jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

writing

  • Sway.

    Sway. The Poet’s wishes. Always sweet and never easy.  A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s prayer and wishes for the waiting poet. He watched her. Her black dress cut down to her knees allowing his eyes to… Read more

  • Brick, upon another brick.

    Brick, upon another brick. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn one day. Better to celebrate each new day with gusto. You shall pay for every sin done one day. If you live… Read more

  • First words, last words.

    First words, last words. Words can be  powerful tools,can awake the fearful and dead in heart. Sweet love, eternal love,tender love make me dream and yearn for the kind embrace.Sweet fragrant of love please allow me dwell in the sweetness of sweet kiss,allow me to know the tranquil place where lovers know true pleasure and… Read more

  • Dear October.

    Dear October. Hello dear October, my old friend. Cooler day and the beauty of the change of color, of the trees. Allow us to slow down and ponder who we are, where we are going? A good Spring and Summer. I saw my old friends the great lakes in the months of Summer and I… Read more

  • Butterfly kisses.

    Butterfly kisses. Once my baby girl, once my world.We had Summer days at the beach, Wandered all the parks near, We shared the first day of school and I waited a thousand day at the bus-stop for you.I learn love when you came into my world, daddy’s little girl grow-up and they know. Always a… Read more

  • California.

    California A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need the Pacific. (Won’t be long. Michigan to California coastline. Coyote is going. Left California in 1994. Me and sea. Will be befriended. Maybe in June 2027.)                                           California When… Read more

  • Please kiss me and say hello.

    Kiss me and say hello. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so. Now the deep Jazz songs make me remember once, I loved “love.” Now I loved the dark Jazz bars, now I love… 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 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