Two days, two posts!
It’s all happening over at the Coyopa blogspot…
This new post is non-fiction. I write about how yesterday’s poem came into being. There are pictures and writing and all. It’s quite a scene. If I were you, I’d get over there right now and follow the action…
(Do you see the trend yet? Here’s a hint: soon this site will…
Coyopa presents:
Twisted Trickster Tales
August 13th (9-11pm) & August 20th (8-10pm)
The Big Red Door, Lady Lawson Street, Edinburgh
(£6/£4 www.tepooka.org 0131 229 1480)
Coyote Paddles His Canoe. No Trouble Here…
Don’t know your
Today, I am the dark angel.
Not Hermes delivering Persephone from the underworld,
but the one who soars down,
takes Eurydice back where she belongs.
Who did she think she was, anyway?
She left Orpheus to do all the work;
who can blame him for faltering?
I’d have done it on purpose.
Fuck Apollo and all his weightless radiance.
Fuck Zeus, Aphrodite and the rest;
I’m going to Hades…