jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

The sea

  • Tell me something.

    Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man. I  want to entangle our two bodies into a storm of never-ending needs and want. Please tell me, I am your everything. I want… Read more

  • Eloquence woman.

    Eloquence woman. She asked me. Johnnie, you come to me and we talk till darkness. I read my books to you and we drink coffee. We are sea walkers and you hold my hand softly, dear Johnnie. You never talk of the past and you told me often. Life is now. I told her, my… Read more

  • The loveliest gal in Monterey.

    The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in the mini-mall. I would bring coffee and sandwiches for her. I would read my poetry to her and she would ask me. You are my only friend… Read more

  • Lovely is.

    Lovely is. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissing my face on a summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing and dancing near the sea. Lovely life is when two people become one, knowing love and gentleness. Lovely is the quiet of… Read more

  • Listen to the wind.

    Listen to the wind. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature. Go to the sea, dance with the waves, meditate with the ocean song, great sea, will sing the song of today, will… Read more

  • The sweetest things.

    The sweetest things. I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam in the Pacific Ocean in the early spring storms. Riding my suicide board. I felt so free and helpless. I felt so small but safe. I stood at the Pinnacle on top of a mountain. I saw four states. The beauty of being… Read more

  • Softly we shall go.

    Softly we shall go. Softly we shall go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms  and we wanted more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need more shoeless days, we need to hear the song of the sea. We need the morning sun on our face and more easy days. Softly we… Read more

  • 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 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