jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

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  • I hope, I don’t fall in love with me and an amazing Tom Waits song.

    I hope, I don’t fall in love with you. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I knew your face. You read poetry ugliness of love, the ugliness of life at the Tuesday poetry reading at the coffee shop… Read more

  • Open doors, dead poets and bare feet.

    1- Open doors Open the shades wide. Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wildflowers. Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights. We are just flesh and bones. Needing to dance into the light.Hiding no secrets and discover forgotten laughter and smiles. We need to open the locked doors. Whisper sweet and… Read more

  • The concrete angel.

    The concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I was stationed in Texas.  I arrived early and I added my name to the back-up readers. Many people came early and… Read more

  • I don’t remember how you looked.

    A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                 I don’t remember how you look. I don’t remember how you look.Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green?I don’t know if your hair was golden blond ormaybe strawberry red? I tried to describe you and each time I remember… Read more

  • You are my poetry.

    You are my poetry. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candlelight. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with the lights on, once we talk till 3am, once we never parted. Love was us and you were love. Once spoken… Read more