jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

story

  • The pretty things, the dangerous things. And a lovely Marianne Faithfull song.

    The pretty thing, the dangerous things. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and we wanted the open road, kisses and good whiskey. I remember you intoxicated my mind, making me believe I could know happiness.… Read more

  • The October days of my life.

    The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote. This morning, I saw an old face looking back at me in the mirror. My beard is gray and I have pain in my legs. Maybe the wild and free Coyote is no-more? I asked the Clinton River, did I do enough? I talked… Read more

  • For my brother.

    For my brother.. Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and sweetness to a life, where hope and dreams are long forgotten on your journey of living? Was I even a burden, for I didn’t see you encircled in lost dreams, forgotten goals. I didn’t know you were hiding and… Read more

  • The sea.

    The sea. The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are creating puzzles with our words. We must be kind to each other. Negative words can tear us apart. Maybe we should ask. Are you alright? What do you need? 2- I told… 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

  • Is it, everything you wanted?

    Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once we loved love and we tasted the sweetness of hope. Beautiful Sheena, is it, everything you wanted, this life we lived?Tonight I… Read more

  • The songs of the Great Lakes.

    The songs of the Great Lakes. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the earth below.Nimiigwechiwi’aanaanig giizhigo-manidoog ishpeming dash gaye akii-manidoog anaamayi’iing. We give thanks for the rising of the sun and the moon.Nimiigwechiwi’aanaanig mooka’amowaad giizis… Read more

  • You are me and I am you.

    You are me and I’m you. People who separate color, race and religion. Are truly blind. Don’t you cry for the sick child. Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son or daughter. Share tears for someone else in mourning. You are me and I’m you.If someone is murdered near or far.Miles’s… Read more

  • Wildflowers dreams.

     Wildflowers dream      (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for the want and need of love. The balance of love is held by the threads of tender words and a thousand kisses. … 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