jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

life

  • The sea.

    California dreaming. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope. To return to her and she will welcome me, as a old friend. The sea is waiting for us my friend. The powerful… Read more

  • You are my masterpiece.

    You are my masterpiece. I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you came to me and you told me. Famous American, I finally caught your attention. I told you, this beautiful May Day became… Read more

  • liar’s moon.

     Liar’s moon. The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the deep tides of memory. The warm days of Spring always awoke the memory of his sweetest friend. A sweet memory of a flower of the Spring. She was blissful and wild. He remembered they sang love songs to each other… Read more

  • The light and the darkness.

    The light and the darkness. She told me. The black heart, too dark and too cold for love. Is just barren soil. Nothing can live in soil swimming in the blood of heartache and disappointment. Love can degrade us; love can delight us. Us mortals believe we are the only ones who had lived and… Read more

  • My September love.

    My September love.. 1- My lady of the sea, my dancing woman who love the morning sun on her face. She told me, it is early September. My bed is cold and lonely. Let’s find a place where I will keep you warm and safe. 2- Piece by piece, we shall forget yesterday disappointments. They… 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

  • The empty jars.

    The empty jars. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason jars. Each one is filled with light and darkness. Each one filled with leaves, letters or flowers. Each one holding a memory.… Read more

  • Maybe a lullaby and a lovely Sophia song.

    1- Once you were the keeper of my dreams, once we held love, so tightly. Now the sweet dreams seem so far away. 2-  She asked me to stay the night. Her eyes so sad and lonely. I told her, what is the payment? She smiled and she told me. Maybe a coffee morning and… Read more

  • Last bus going toward the sea.

    Last bus going toward the sea. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of a beautiful face. She found me waiting for her at the Big Boy in the city West Palm beach. She came to… Read more

  • Love posies. Never enough love words.

    Love Posies. His pretty love, dear Veronica told him. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me  morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep. You promised midnight walks near the sea  and you promised me, we will never separate with anger in our faces and eyes.… Read more