jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

  • Happy Halloween. Be safe and have fun.

    The leaves are changing. The ghosts, ghouls, monsters and witches are coming out. Fear the night, never walk alone. October nights rebirth the ghost seeking salvation or revenge. He, who knocked on the house with no lights. May, rebirth the hungry witches.Check the candy, check your friends. Halloween night.Ever-changing and the night where the dead… Read more

  • Just photos in a book.

    One….. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two….. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe, Love is kind and forever. Three…. Once I wanted everything. I learn, I had everything I needed already. We don’t need to… Read more

  • Morning glory.

    Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and I was laying in my warm bed. The morning sun was peaking in my window.  Telling me raise and shine, soldier. A new day is here. It is time to enjoy the morning glory of a warm day of the Fall. I exhaled into… Read more

  • The black night and the shadow dance.

    The black night and the shadow dance. A long time ago in the late-night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and me were wild and free. The yearly summer festival was alive and well. We were drunk on love, and we were drunk on the sweet Summer sweet red wine. You were my ambrosia. Perfect hazel… Read more

  • Love is, just another four-letter word.

    Sometime love become another dirty word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the free mountains. She wants to feel everything and some more now and she told the Pacific Ocean. I don’t want useless words, I want someone… Read more

  • Idyllic place and time.

    Idyllic place and time. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be reborn and we shall die. Love is the medicine to cure us. We need beautiful places, tender caress of gentle hands and… Read more

  • Falling backwards. Texas isn’t heaven. Maybe almost heaven?

    Falling backwards. I liked California. Made me think more and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were okay. I never felt safe. No-one showed real face or told you the truth. Now I live in Texas. The dance… Read more

  • Like this.

    Like this… 1- When someone ask you. What do you need? Touch their face, hold their hands. Like this. 2- When someone ask you. Do you hate Winter? Open the curtains, show them the quiet day, show them the un-walked snow. like this. 3. When someone ask you for a kiss. Bring their face close… Read more

  • Holy as love.

    Holy as love. You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds, hours and nights away,We didn’t know, borrow kisses and pretty words, almost, as holy as love.Old poet wished on the first star of the night, near the sea.… Read more

  • Dead flowers and a verbal poem.

    Dead flowers. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face, drink the fresh coffee and to hear your voice again. We were great lovers once and we faded to needed friends.… Read more