Here you find posts featuring the writer’s verse, lines, and even a few translations of admired writers’ work.
Arte: MODIGLIANI Pintada a brocha, ella tiene vientitrés años, con la boca de una jovencita chupando un caramelo sabor cereza negra. Sin una sola arruga, sacude su cabeza, mueve el cabello. Marrón oscuro, simple, común, como le gusta, con el flequillo recién cortado, filoso como una navaja, estilo francés. […]
Fotografía: Francesa Woodman En el rincón del cuarto, al final del camino, en esta esquina podrida y basureada, pintado de blanco, se sienta iluminada una artista, desnuda, cortada por la mitad o enmarcada por el ojo que la observa, el eje que la domina, a esta fragilidad sentada sobre […]
Photo Credits to marfis75 on flickr. Poem composed and translated by Elías David, on on 6/23/23, at Inprint, for the Awake & Asleep Event. La lluvia improvisada Así que la poesía les entusiasma Así que el fuego que la lluvia interrumpió nos mantuvo a todos detenidos del escape (Al […]
Este poema es el hermano a la que transcribí anteriormente, del abogado, maestro, y director de orquesta, Jesús María Alarid. Para dar un poco de contexto a las dos obras, noto unos datos claves: la incorporación del territorio Nuevo México tardó casi una generación, entre 1850 y 1912. Debería […]
No puede ser que cuando busqué este poema no se halló en línea (tampoco encontraba su hermano, el poema La lengua española). Por lo tanto, transcribo aquí los inmortales versos para que el próximo estudioso pueda saber (y saborear) esta maravillosa lirica, ¡del grande Alarid! (Prestado de: En otra […]
Ms Suskin has already urged us to make meaning out of the little things, the big things. But what is the most important of all the meanings? Our own meaning. In today’s episode, the poets gathered to explore their own purpose. People will always ask you why you do […]
Today’s exercise asks us to utilize our senses when we write a poem. I’m here watching this video, smelling my sweat, greasy hair stuck to my brow, thinking, duh. But, Ms J Suskin, let us honor the gods with our five senses! Below are my five and a bonus […]
These exercises feel easy and doable (during working hours! Opps). I am grateful for them. They really inspire. Especially with how I tell myself I should be training more. Be more of a champion. Practice daily, all the time, every moment I get, religiously. Today’s exercise features purpose. In […]
My mother is super into webinars, and in daily meditation, and daily practice. So, here I am, sharing in her delights. She sent me a series hosted by a longtime poet and motivator of words within us: Jacqueline Suskin. Now, when I read her name out loud (in my head, […]
Be water, my friend. Bruce Lee Praise to the blocks, the stumbles and locks! They keep villains away, keep terror ad hoc. The purpose of a block is to channel, you know, a flow the consciousness doesn’t know; while laziness allows us to rock peace or pajamas. And what’s […]
A poignant question, and I seem to have but an hour to ponder the thought. Thus I invite you to take your index finger and run it along the cracks of your vanity mirror, get it out of your matrix. This one’s on the penny side to-day. Ride. Is […]
Why not get into the holiday spirit with some lines? These I wrote while traveling this past summer. They feel warm to me, silly, carefree, and yearning. Skim them, or sit on a word for a long time. They are here to keep you company. Personally I like the last […]
You have to be a poet to do just about anything. You have to be a poet to translate another’s words. Only poets care enough about language to clearly convey one person’s thought to a different person’s understanding. Any other type of translator will blur the message. The best […]
“At a distance, you only see my light / Come closer, and know that I am you” RUMI Distance. Distance. Poem or essay or lyric on Distance. What are your thoughts, philosophical or not, on such a topic? [Preamble concludes, deflate the diaphragm, let in air.] That’s […]
(Original can be found on the blog Atrapadas en Azul.) My first impression upon entering the poem was of immediate sadness. There are many casual rhymes, natural with Spanish, and a freedom of verse that gives the poem a sense of sincerity, while an intriguing use of punctuation adds […]
(“fl” “fi” “ja” “ju”) The flowery flim-flam jabiru finds the fox’s jewelery flim-flam.
(“ua” “uer” “ue”) The walls were wide with world wide web, while washing woopies whirled without words in a world of warring wookies, notwithstanding missing words pearls too were missing in this world of warring wookies, always worrying ever washing these whirling woopies, here, where the walls were tie-dyed […]
Los sabios saben del sapo que solo supo soplar sopas so saladas so sanas sin salpicar sobre sus sabanas suaves saltando soledades sin suspiros en esos santos sábados soleados.
Click here for a PDF — “Floto sobre tú” … Me fascina la combinación de “na” y “va,” y la de “na” y “ve,” casi tanto como la de las silabas de mi nombre al revés. Primero empecé con estas líneas: “Un navío vacío Navega vagamente” Luego las tire al […]