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About Guillermo Calvo Mahé

I’ve done many things over the years and I’ve lived in many places. Until 2016 I chaired the Political Science, Government and International Relations Program at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales in the Republic of Colombia where I taught political science (human rights law, international and supranational law, constitutional theory, government and comparative political systems, history of political ideas, and, North American Studies), served as an English resource to faculty members, translated academic papers, and participated in development of international faculty and student exchange programs for the university. I periodically serve as a political commentator on local media and continue to be active as a writer and artist as well as a translator and interpreter. My university degrees are in political science, law, international legal studies and translation studies. I am active political matters both locally and internationally and have a passion for world affairs and history. I’ve sought spiritual enlightenment all my life but have yet to find definitive answers; I have, however, found an ever increasing and worthwhile, series of questions to speculate on. I am very drawn to the beauty, simplicity and justice of the Wiccan Reede. I love music, dancing, writing, reading, drawing, equestrian sports, tennis and softball. I maintain a warm and supportive ongoing relationship with my three sons in the USA. I was married twice with one serious relationship between the two marriages and also had several wonderful recent relationships. I dislike jealousy and respect the importance of private space and continuing individual growth; however, I also value loyalty and honesty very much and treasure affection.

Morrow Downs

Morrow Downs[1]

Where dwelt a soul,
a limpid shell enclosed,
a mind surveyed,
a heart once timid beat
in rhythm with
long misplaced hopes.

Where has inspiration fled and why?

Where weary warriors lie in state,
eyes glazed and bodies taut,
restless souls, their fate
prepare to meet,
a fickle public
passing by.

 Where has inspiration fled and why?

 Silos hollow,
hallowed ground untrod,
fetid water puddles
amidst dark alleys
where once did
glorious banners fly.

 Where has inspiration fled and why?

[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2012; all rights reserved

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