I still love Michael Corleone, but this week is all about poetry.
Alone and silent
she passed
for white.
- “Abuela”
Impressions: Free jackets are always navy blue. A bag of Takis and a bottle of apple Mirinda on the circular table in the waiting room. A mexicano couple pulling shredded pork from a makeshift bowl of foil and rolling the strips into corn tortillas.
- “Aquí No Más”
Someone who loved the cracks
in him, tried to seal
them with spit and masa, could have
sewed the fissures with her hair
- “For Grandpa”
It seems there are papers to sign.
It is not so simple to end a life.
- “Abuelo”
Want more? Come to “Speak, Poet: Voz, Palabra, Sonido” this Thursday, April 12 at 7:00 PM at El Chante: Casa de Cultura in downtown ‘Burque. I’ll be featuring with Yasmeen Najmi. DJ, open mic, Emcee Andrea Serrano, and two poets who love this place so much we took our author photos with cottonwoods. Why would you spend your Thursday doing anything else?
