jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

father

  • Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding.

    Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He told me. Son. I killed and I killed. I melted down three machine guns barrels. I saw body on body of the… Read more

  • Missing pieces. Part two.

    Missing pieces.     Part two. The Korean war was a short and bloody war. My father did two tours in Korea. He only spoke of war when drunk late at night. The rum opened door to memories and friends faces left in the Korean dirt. I would sit at a distance. He would have conversation with… Read more

  • Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding.

    Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He told me. Son. I killed and I killed. I melted down three machine guns barrels. I saw body on body of the… Read more