jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

writing

  • My dearest Monterey butterfly.

    My dearest Monterey butterfly. She shrouded her face in fake smiles and she wanted little. I called her my Monterey butterfly, always escaping when someone wanted to get close. She adored the sea; she loved to dance alone on the Monterey Bay seaside. I told her dear Angela, love and men are thieves. Always wanting… Read more

  • My singing Nightingale.

    My singing Nightingale.. 1- Merrily, merrily, we shall go. We will freely escape, seeking the sun, seeking the sea. We may find love? We may hear the Nightingale song? We may find the Pacific? We may find peace? 2- He was blinded by war. Now he was seeking the California mermaids. Once, in a sweet… 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

  • 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

  • I want to get back with you. And an amazing Tom Jones song.

    I want to get back with you. The oldest man in the tavern. He drinks alone and he write dead-man poetry. Sometime in April, he remembers a beauty. Was a warm late April day and beautiful Brigette told him. I love you Johnnie, please stay with me in Germany. He remembered her kind eyes and… Read more

  • Grandma hands.

    Grandma hands. Dear Grandma told me often. Life is like soup. Too many cooks in the kitchen and the soup won’t be tasty. Allow the real cook to do her work. Grandpa told me often. Leave your anger and disappointment outside. My home is a place to know love, have some good conversation and gather… 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

  • Sometimes we must loan and steal kisses.

    Sometimes we must loan and steal kisses. Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needs the Long Islands ice teas. She was a beauty and the men knew, she wanted the jazz songs and the silence. Every Friday… Read more

  • Choose what you love and a lovely Lara Fabian song.

     Choose what you love…. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you.  Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free man lost his dreams. Now the fragrance of memories. Remind him. Great dreams don’t die, just become forgotten and in sweet dreams. We… Read more