Coyote Moon


The January moon is, as the mighty Internet says, the wolf moon. I want to celebrate it, but we have no local wolves, (at least not of the canine variety). I think I will call it the coyote moon instead and work with those energies.

Coyote has been a part of my life for some time now, (did I ever tell you the story of how I saw, in person, a roadrunner chasing a coyote down a deserted beach road?). I live up next to what we call Little Mountain and, when it is excessively dry, the coyotes come down the slope and prowl the backyards for swimming pool oases and strays.

They yip in the night, usually around 3am and it always wakes me. I am both terrified and lured by it. The sound sends an animal shiver up my spine. Therein lies the question: Am I afraid of the coyote within or the coyote without? Lately I’ve been thinking it is more likely the former.

This is the call to coyote I have worked up so far. I will keep it boiling in my heart and brain during this period of the waxing moon and see if fruit when the moon is full:

May I be wise, creative, and resourceful. May my eyes be open in the night. May I find sustenance in barren places. May I find humor and yip my delight freely. May I be shamelessly myself in all things and all places. May my intellect be informed by cleverness. May I be happily and unapologetically “clever girl.” May I be bold in thought, deed, and dress. May I be sharp, lean, strong, and beautiful. May my energy rise and sustain. May I honor and express the wildness within me. May I be brave. May I always be brave.


About M. Ashley

Essayist and poet, my work has been rejected by some of the finest journals in America. Fortunately, it also gets accepted from time to time and has appeared in equally fine journals such as Word Riot, Inlandia, Brew City Magazine, and SageWoman among others.. In 2002, I was awarded the Academy of American Poets Prize for Vanderbilt University. For no good reason, I possess an unnecessarily dark humor which is why being third generation California Inland Empirian delights me so. My gods are weird. I once received $350 for writing a smartassed essay on “why the wise use of water is important in my daily life”. I am undoubtedly the Greek god Hermes’ special snowflake. I’m pretty sure I got into college via a series of fortuitous clerical errors. When I had to grow up and get a real job, I decided against it and stayed a writer. I have worked many odd—and I mean odd—jobs to support my habit: Commercial writer for country music hopefuls, resume massager, WalMart fitting room attendant and switchboard operator, telephone psychic.
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