jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

  • For my brother.

    For my brother.. Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and sweetness to a life, where hope and dreams are long forgotten on your journey of living? Was I even a burden, for I didn’t see you encircled in lost dreams, forgotten goals. I didn’t know you were hiding and… Read more

  • The sea.

    The sea. The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are creating puzzles with our words. We must be kind to each other. Negative words can tear us apart. Maybe we should ask. Are you alright? What do you need? 2- I told… Read more

  • Almost love in California.

    (John and Jennifer in Monterey in 1992.) Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be okay. A soldier love, held on by a whisper and a wish. I brought you… Read more

  • Is it, everything you wanted?

    Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once we loved love and we tasted the sweetness of hope. Beautiful Sheena, is it, everything you wanted, this life we lived?Tonight I… Read more

  • The songs of the Great Lakes.

    The songs of the Great Lakes. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the earth below.Nimiigwechiwi’aanaanig giizhigo-manidoog ishpeming dash gaye akii-manidoog anaamayi’iing. We give thanks for the rising of the sun and the moon.Nimiigwechiwi’aanaanig mooka’amowaad giizis… Read more

  • You are me and I am you.

    You are me and I’m you. People who separate color, race and religion. Are truly blind. Don’t you cry for the sick child. Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son or daughter. Share tears for someone else in mourning. You are me and I’m you.If someone is murdered near or far.Miles’s… Read more

  • Wildflowers dreams.

     Wildflowers dream      (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for the want and need of love. The balance of love is held by the threads of tender words and a thousand kisses. … Read more

  • Open doors, dead poets and bare feet.

    1- Open doors Open the shades wide. Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wildflowers. Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights. We are just flesh and bones. Needing to dance into the light.Hiding no secrets and discover forgotten laughter and smiles. We need to open the locked doors. Whisper sweet and… Read more

  • Wild roses.

    Wild roses. I knew her. Her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long-legged woman who had wild blue eyes and loved the whisky and the long night. I loved her auburn hair and kind and sweet voice.She told me often.“Wild roses… Read more

  • The soldier. The Bacchas prayer.

    ( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt. C. You drink, you dance, you sing and you love the Texas gals. Can’t you find one you can keep. Sgt. C.… Read more