jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

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  • Hello again. Remembering dear Peggy. And a mazing Neil Diamond song.

    Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs, where the people with nothing to hide, can go. Old men and old women tell their stories. The stories are less fiction, just a place to confess their sins. They do not try to impress… Read more

  • The Big Water.

    The Big Water. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wakes my sleeping spirit. I have roamed into the deep forest seeking some sort of peace. The grey owl watched me with his old eyes. I felt comfort with the grey owl nearby. He remembered his Ojibwa grandmother words. Please Johnnie, search for the safety… Read more

  • One tin soldier. When will war end? I believe when the last person is standing.

    One Tin soldier. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the tavern. I remember everything. I remember the beautiful faces of the kind women who tried to love me. I remember doing the… Read more

  • A safe harbor.

    A safe harbor. I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went to her and I asked her. Are escaping or did you find your place to be? She turned to me. She did… Read more

  • The masquerade.

    The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the men were pirates and clowns. I had beads to give away, and I wore the gifts of beads from the kind folks. I was with dear… Read more

  • Sunflowers, photos and Sergeant. Some words.

    My personal sunflower garden. Amanda festival sunflowers. (So beautiful.) ( Johnnie and his daughter.) The sunflower plants. The healer. Once upon a time. A Japanese man planted sunflowers plants to heal after the atom bomb. To heal the soil. Today world, I wish I could plant a billion Sunflowers. Maybe help heal our world. I… Read more

  • Waiting by the willow tree. A prayer.

     am waiting by the willow tree. A prayer. A  Poem by Coyote Poetry I am waiting by the willow tree. An old place near the Clinton River, old willow trees reaching for the sky and the river. It is my place to heal, my place to think, my place to write for 50 years. Ojibwa people believe the… Read more

  • My Winter love.

    My Winter love.I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bringyour beautiful face to my memory. I dream of our blissfulnights. Kiss after kiss.Leading us to the paradise of the innocent.Opening a passion that grows with each tender touch. My Winter love.You came to me on a cold December day.You brought me into araging torrent my siren.… Read more

  • Love is, just another four-letter word. and a lovely Joan Baez song.

    The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word. She was so tired of the useless words spoken to her.Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the free mountains.She wants to feel everything and some more now and she told the Pacific Ocean.I don’t want useless words, I want someone to show… Read more

  • My masterpiece.

    My masterpiece Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She creates a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything I knew and I wanted. My hazy memory remembers now. I remember us, I remember her. I painted her skin with lotion… Read more