jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

life

  • SOS.

    SOS. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allows them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to scream an SOS. Did Hemingway tell anyone. I am done? What was Phil Ochs last thoughts? 2- Are whiskey written words, less true. When… Read more

  • First day of Autumn. September 21.

    First day of Autumn.  1- The warm days of Summer are holding on. The grandchildren want to swim in Lake St. Clair and to enjoy the warm days of Autumn. The leave is turning and Halloween is coming. The kind days of September. I do love. 2- I have learned. Life is like the four… Read more

  • A cradle hymn.

    A cradle hymn. “Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a hummingbird.If the bird. It doesn’t sing.Daddy going buy you a diamond ring.” Poor little baby.Alone and scare.The child will be going to the daycare. Mama and daddy must both work.Minimum pay world leave the house in stress.Poor mama and daddy do their… Read more

  • I tried to memorize her face.

    I tried to memorize her face. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea.She didn’t like loud people, and she sought the quiet of the Monterey Bay.She adored band night in the Monterey taverns and the poetry readings in Pacific Groves.I tried to memorize her beautiful face, and I needed to hear her… Read more

  • The red dress. Raging water.

    I saw your laying nude alone in our king size bed and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body nearby. Serene night can leave two people on different paths. Love will fade if it doesn’t know attention and care. Love is… Read more

  • We must be, like a sea.

    We must be, like a sea (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.”—-John Dryden) I told the Pacific Ocean, I have forgotten more than I remember. I danced alone for the midnight moon, moving and grooving to the sound of… Read more

  • She ambushed my heart.

    She ambushed my heart. The poet near the sea sings a lullaby. Tra la, la, la. Was the prettiest gal in Michigan and I loved her so. Jenny, Jenny. I remember you. Tra la, la. Once sweet girl ambushed my heart. Once sweet and sensual Jenny told me, “Come live with me and be my… Read more

  • My singing Nightingale.

    My singing Nightingale.. 1- Merrily, merrily, we shall go. We will freely escape, seeking the sun, seeking the sea. We may find love? We may hear the Nightingale song? We may find the Pacific? We may find peace? 2- He was blinded by war. Now he was seeking the California mermaids. Once, in a sweet… Read more

  • Two guitars.

    Two Guitars. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once he was the laughing man, the smiling man. He drank the whiskey from the  bottle and he told the stars. My last… Read more

  • Tell me something.

    Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man. I  want to entangle our two bodies into a storm of never-ending needs and want. Please tell me, I am your everything. I want… Read more