jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

short-story

  • Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.

    Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor. I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week. I left messages on your telephone and I just said. Miss you, love you. The war is over… Read more

  • The fingerprints.

    The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall, you brought your clothing, your toothbrush and your womanly things into my house. You promised me forever and I remember you, laying… 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

  • The whore baths. Don’t allow the world to control you.

    The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world. The whore baths.  Large shining teeth, a large man with a loud voice. Telling me the way to heaven holding whiskey in one hand and the bible in the other. I will find my… Read more

  • The heartstrings.

    (Old memories become sweet dreams in old age. Johnnie and Daniela in 1979.) The heartstrings. She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into his eyes. He knew she was playing him like a violin. Her gentle and sweet voice… 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

  • 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

  • Spin the bottle.

    Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone and he told me. Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle and playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss on the cheek. Today I masquerade as a free man. My Jack Daniel warm and tasty, leave me cold… Read more

  • Almost love in California.

    (John and Jennifer in Monterey in 1992.) Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be okay. A soldier love, held on by a whisper and a wish. I brought you… 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