American scents: Nestle's, marshmallow and Tang, Wriggley's spearmint gum.
Come to me, my Coney Island Baby, or at least, send an email.
I swoon to the MoTown tune. Where's my boyfriend with the tennis-blue-eyes?
What does this contribute of worth to the dialogue? I want to know.
A hit: Asian noodles with soy sauce--mango, cauliflower and peas.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
American Sentences: April 5, 08
You'll notice imperfections that don't matter.
Then the lyrical lines.
Then the lyrical lines.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Weekly Poem: Winter Poems Along the Rio Grande by Jimmy Santiago Baca
On my walks in the bosque
I have collected woodpecker feathers
and have enough to make a feather fan for a friend.
Since she has told me she cannot settle down,
and has told me she is an orphan too,
this fan will be a power talisman
to help her find a place to settle in
as the woodpecker makes its home in hard wood,
let it give her power to chisel herself out a home
some place, some city, some day.
Do not waste time with the fearful
bimbos clacking cheetah teeth
for whimsical pleasures--
love from deep in the heart-wells
where ancient sands glimmer up through the water--
pray to the woodpecker
to help us make a home
in the hard wood of our words,
pray to the woodpecker
to bless us
making our actions, behavior and gestures,
entrances for people seeking refuge from the rain.
last two stanzas from #27, Poems Along the Rio Grande, Jimmy Santiago Baca, New Directions Press.
I have collected woodpecker feathers
and have enough to make a feather fan for a friend.
Since she has told me she cannot settle down,
and has told me she is an orphan too,
this fan will be a power talisman
to help her find a place to settle in
as the woodpecker makes its home in hard wood,
let it give her power to chisel herself out a home
some place, some city, some day.
Do not waste time with the fearful
bimbos clacking cheetah teeth
for whimsical pleasures--
love from deep in the heart-wells
where ancient sands glimmer up through the water--
pray to the woodpecker
to help us make a home
in the hard wood of our words,
pray to the woodpecker
to bless us
making our actions, behavior and gestures,
entrances for people seeking refuge from the rain.
last two stanzas from #27, Poems Along the Rio Grande, Jimmy Santiago Baca, New Directions Press.
American Sentences: April 4, 08
From whom did I steal this Papermate pen I write with this morning?
Last night, printing syllabi, mood lifts;
a smile when colleage thanks me.
Last night, printing syllabi, mood lifts;
a smile when colleage thanks me.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
American Sentences: April 3, 08
Loveletter, the name she gave to her boy,
affirms
each day its meaning.
affirms
each day its meaning.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
American Sentences: April 2, 08
Flowers, when I cross the bridge to morning, sound of one petal falling.
I took them in, sprigs of camellia, leathery leaves laden with buds.
I took them in, sprigs of camellia, leathery leaves laden with buds.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
American Sentences: April 1, 08
Icy windshield leaving for home as workers swing open the gate.
My youngest wears yellow to nephew's birthday, brings him Spiderman book.
My youngest wears yellow to nephew's birthday, brings him Spiderman book.
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