Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen..

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading

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The heartstrings..

  The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him… Continue reading

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Please show me your real face…

Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading

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Come hell or high water..

Come hell or high water.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We must sink or swim. I recommend swimming.  Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle..

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                     Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading

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It is cut and dried..

It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old words still mean the same.                      It is cut and dried… Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke,… Continue reading

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My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea..

My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry               My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea.. Beautiful California for us to behold and we entered into a love… Continue reading

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Misery and my whiskey..

Misery and the whiskey… I returned from the war in 1997 and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early and… Continue reading

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Go forward…

Go forward.. I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometime we need to stop our life and… Continue reading

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If we make it though December..

 If we make it through December… Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading

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