jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

life

  • Last bus going to 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

  • Poetry prompts.

    1- You came to me in a kind dream. Your smile in full bloom and your eyes. As beautiful as a Sunday morning sun. 2- I found you by our lake in my dream. We were just holding hands and not needing words. I remembered, sometime silence is all we needed. 3- You found me… Read more

  • Write and bleed.

    Four lines poems. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTaking chances, writing in different directions. 1- We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams. We talked and we used twisted words. Did we show real face, did we do, just enough? 2- We knew thirst, we pledged broken promises and… Read more

  • We were young once.

    We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor nights of waking.”Sir Walter Scott” Easy life and quiet death.”Sir Walter Scott… Read more

  • The easy days and the good days.

    The easy days and the good days. On a cold day in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote her name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you. I left Ann Arbor Michigan searching for new places and reasons to be alive. I learn standing in the mist of war. Love is… Read more

  • Around and around, we shall go.

    Around and around, we shall go. Around and around, we shall go. Never knowing where we will end up. Faces, places and situations dancing in our head. Can’t change the past. We can assemble the present. The future is our option. Chose wisely your words and actions. We pay for our sins and good deeds… Read more

  • Sometimes it snows in April. And an amazing Prince song.

    Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless. Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored. The fire in her voice, made him follow her to the Clinton River. He knew, she was the lady of the flowing river. He knew the sun danced in… 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

  • A twisted lullaby, maybe?

    A  twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted an adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today, I love you more. She laughed at his words. She smiled and she told him. You American boys can speak sweet words seeking kiss and a slow… Read more

  • Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

    (Dear Jenny in 1992.) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I told the bartender, I have the long Island iced tea fresh and cold, please keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for a man who wants nothing. I roll the simple purple stone in my… Read more