jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

poetry

  • A letter.

    (Johnnie in Germany 1978) A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love,even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide my misery in good cognac and Germany wine. I allowed myself to fall into a delusional state where… Read more

  • Grandmother hope and wishes.

    (My grandparent in 1979 in Detroit.) I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know freedom. Grandmother hope and wishes. Dear Grandmother was a kind woman. She was took from her reservation as a young child. They cut her… Read more

  • When you give with a hopeful heart, you will get more in return.

    When you give with a hopeful heart, you will get more in return . If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of… Read more

  • Please dance with me.

    Please dance with me. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars.Her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the gift of kind and gentle woman. She came closer to me and she told me. The sea is alive tonight. The dancing… Read more

  • Secret love and hidden memory.

    Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today.Made me wander back in time.Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine. Do our memories become less with time?Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age? Do dreams of beautiful… Read more

  • I used to be.

    I used to be. A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters is what will I do today. I used to be a drinker,I used to be a Lover of women,I used… Read more

  • A naked woman.

    A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.) I tell the young men.Go slow and easy.When your eyes and heart is young.The sweet memories will be  written on the walls of your heart and mind. When a woman allows you… Read more

  • The coastline.

    “In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean.” The Coastline. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk quickly to her andshe was dancing on the shore. Nothing could… Read more

  • My Joan of Arc.

    My Joan of Arc. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me. I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to anyone. I used to pray for perfect life. Now I pray to keep death away and find reasons to live. She was my… Read more

  • The folly of time.

    The folly of time. 1- The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast and we learns too late, every word spoken, should be said with a kind heart. Kind faces shall leave us, always leave with kind words. One day, we… Read more