jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

travel

  • 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

  • My North Dakota hurricane.

    My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night. Me and my beautiful Gail sought to test life, we sought to dance with the Winter storms. We found our place of… Read more

  • She wore flowers in her hair.

    She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.”                        She wore flowers in her hair. I have descended to scattered dreams, and I lost my place in life. I decide a trip was needed. I was told in Vienna. The wine was sweet and the city… 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

  • Run away with me.

    Run away with me.(An old poem written in 1992 with a light rewrite.) Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor.Please run away with me.Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hand.Hand in hand, we will roam to the sea,we will free-climb the free mountainsand we will seek new places and new… Read more

  • I seranaded to the paragon of beauty.

    I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life                             I serenaded  to the paragon of beauty. On highway two. The coastal California highway.Hidden is utopia of land and people untouched by factory or big business.Big Sur is safe hideaway… Read more

  • The city of lights or anywhere.

    The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris. Kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lovers danced on the street and kissed by the flowing river. No-one… Read more

  • Poetry for nature.

    Poetry for nature. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to protect nature and the free animals of the earth and the sea.                                 1- Mother Earth… Her dress is of the green of the great forest.Her gift is sweet water and food for us to eat.We need to love and protect her.                               2- The… Read more