The willow tree
The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I… Continue reading
The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading
Write on me The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars, thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and… Continue reading
Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading
Rage and pain, illusion and deceit. Love born than died. —- Slender shoulders kissed. The nakedly dance, the midnight hour splendor —— Captured, unrestrained, taunts and torment. Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
Burning desire Locked doors took us to the utopia of the embrace and the sweet kiss. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was new for us… Continue reading
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading
Black heart In 1994, old soldier was trying to drink himself to death. He had given everything he owned away and left everyone he loved. Behind. He loved the crimson light,… Continue reading
Dear Angela A pretty girl sat with me by the sea and she whispered to me. “You know who I’m and what I do. And you stayed with me. All I know… Continue reading
We loan, we borrow and we stole The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole.… Continue reading