Daily Archive: November 6, 2021

Narcissus; or Hybrid Mirrors

Originally posted on MEMORIA Y ESPACIO:
Photography by Alistair McCaskill “Menelaos: I suffer terrible things. Orestes: Well, you screwed up.” “Oh you poor man. Complete catastrophe.” –Anne Carson Keep that in mind, I…

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I am no-one. You are everything.

I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love.                        I’m no-one. You are everything Old wise men know. The farewells are… Continue reading

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My lady….

My lady A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem written by a sad heart. Written in 1982.)                               My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips… Continue reading

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You have saved me…

 You have saved me….. I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos.Suicide was their escape from the cold and heartless world. Two Ojibwa/Mexican boys who saw no road except death as peace. I… Continue reading

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I used to be….

I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters… Continue reading

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