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Beltane

Coyopa — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 04:46:06 +0000

This is an excerpt from ‘The Falcon’s Child’, a novel. We’re about 200 pages in. Digger Gunn, having moved from the Suffolk countryside of his birth, has come to Edinburgh to find his estranged father. Dazzled by the city, he has all but forgotten his promised mission and his own complex past. He is barely 20 years [...]

Weathervane

Coyopa — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:11:58 +0000

I don’t know. One day to the next, like a weathervane. Today, I think I’m a Zen renunciate. Tomorrow, I’ll be a poet again Mad with life and singing in the fields. The day after that? I don’t know.

Yesterday, deepening into memory, Swimming in the Goddess water. Today, spiralling out in bright colours, An explosion of Self everywhere. Who is in there? Who is in there? What [...]

The Wild Breath

Coyopa — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 22:18:40 +0000

Today, the earth began exhaling. All Winter, it held its breath, Kept its fragrance to itself, Held itself so tight, I could feel its ribs ache. But, today, the earth began to smell again.

What had been locked in its chest Began to push back out at the world today. Soon, primroses and garlic will follow that Path of life’s breath into sunlight; Now, [...]

Jack Swift – Kin, 13th May 2009

Coyopa — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 14:19:45 +0000

In which Jack, having fled the city, is reminded of perspective by a skylark and is assailed by visions of Pacha Mama.

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In the morning of that night, I woke from a dream. In the dream, I was taking ayahuasca in the jungles of Peru and I’d met Pacha Mama, the great Earth mother. She [...]

Barn Owl Feather

Coyopa — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 00:30:01 +0000

I can still smell the owl on the feather. We speculate, reaching with our noses, Whether it smells more like cat or dog. It is owl, of course, But we are not used to smelling birds. I have smelled chickens, And the body of a wren (warm in my hands a mouse of a bird: i kept its wings for medicine and now they are [...]