In the 1990s, the Coyote Women were frequent performers on the San Juan Ridge. I was one of the few “townies” the women invited, and I was honored to be included. I’d like to gather some names and memories from others who remember this time in our artistic history. If you can help, please leave your details and memories in the comments below or write me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
She knows where she lives and how to get there
from any of the six directions.
Coyote Woman knows her needs,
creates paths to meet them on her own behalf.
She offers no apology for what she feels
and states only what she means.
Coyote Woman hones a passion,
bathes it with her tongue on the earth floor of her den.
She howls in the throes of love,
snarls at unkindness,
flips a playful paw at folly.
Coyote Woman can’t stop growing.
Each year her fur is thicker,
heart larger as she greets the moon.