Coyote Call

IMG_0780.JPGThe coyotes were out at three this morning, singing to the glorious Snow Moon, yipping to collect their pack members. It was a beautiful and terrible sound. Funny how, here we are, up to our eyeballs in urbanization, and yet the wildness always finds us.

This figure sits on my altar. My sister bought it for me in Solvang, CA—a quaint Danish village.

Coyote is resourceful, clever, a fighter, a survivor—all things to which I aspire. Its spirit is the one to which I align myself most closely. Coyote is my fear, my challenge, my inspiration.

-M.

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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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