Poetry

The Aloe and the Sunflower

The Aloe and the Sunflower

The Aloe and the Sunflower An example of 3(squared) watch the video poem This was one of the most fun things to shoot. A camera, a living room and an afternoon. Not but 15 minutes really. Then, of course, post production took a week or two as I prepared the piece for the creative writing/digital media [...]

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Haystacks

Haystacks

Haystacks She says if I’m not there the sun won’t set. She holds Bailer wide-eyed, turns, runs. Bailer trips after, tangling legs. On the tracks he falls and cracks a tooth. Forsooth he says. Haystacks doesn’t look back – as if she could see me, the ghostbunny. You know me. Suddenly you feel cold. A [...]

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Bigfoot

Bigfoot

  Bigfoot, Kill, Kill!   THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT. So I thought this summer I’d write all five…. Instead, I’ve got three poems cookin’ about Bigfoot, others are in the marinating stage. The first, I shared with my private poetry list, riffs on the Echo and Narcissus myth. Bigfoot was handsome, a very handsome Puebloan [...]

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Labor of Love

Labor of Love

  Labor of Love is the story of a poem being written, a poem that might’ve existed before Time, before Titans, before the Ludlow strike of last century, before the Ludlow massacre that followed, some time before the middle class existed and after it disappears. To see the movie, please click here. To read the [...]

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Labor of Love

Labor of Love

Labor of Love     In one swift lift the Titan heaves Heaven and Earth above his head. He strains, remaining crouched as if to throw, elbows bent, shoulders tense. His gritted teeth spark stars.   Alighting stony mountain tops – where indurated Gods vanquished by the Sun, blinded and frozen, wait – fingertips rise [...]

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Socks, a Pair

Socks, a Pair

It was a beautiful day on the farm the day of Toby and Nancy’s Wedding. Poetry all around us… Socks, a Pair i. Once there was a sock. ii. The single solitary sock lay limp on the lip of the laundry basket vowing never another night like that again. iii. Our sock took to the [...]

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Voices in First Person

Voices in First Person

Though I finished drafts of a play titled “Aztlan Apeiron”, I’ve never really settled into it and thus have never produced it. One of the reasons is its about fathers and sons. There’s everything and nothing to say about such a subject. Though I hate using Latino characters in white stereotypes, i.e., the gangsta monologue [...]

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Red Hot Salsa

Red Hot Salsa

You can find one of my favorite early poems included in this young reader’s collection – “… another bilingual collection of poems that appear in both Spanish and English. Included are many well-known writers, such as Gary Soto and Luis J. Rodriguez… Divided into loose categories–language, identity, neighborhoods, amor, family moments, “victory”–the poems often speak [...]

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Friday Nights at the Mercury Cafe

Friday Nights at the Mercury Cafe

The first poetry book but hardly the last! My first chapbook, published by my bud, John the Denvar Poet and the Denver Poets Guild. There was a magic time Friday Nights at the Merc when the disparate city poets gathered. Even old bearded guys came down from the mountains and whispered secrets into the mic. [...]

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Video experiments with Poetry

Video experiments with Poetry

Or Poetry experiments with Video? During an artist’s residency in ’09 I experimented with my poetry and video. The following were precursors to creating Purple Twilight and Vegas Beauty Mark. I think it’s more successful when the “poems” are “stories” like the latter, rather than personal reflections such as these. Do the video images conflict [...]

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Purple Twilight

Purple Twilight

Purple Twilight She was tumbleweed tall and free. Prairie. Wild. Laughs bloom, boobs, soon desire fills her empty lot. Wind blows. He was a grocery store, wide shiny aisles, broad flat floors. He was from a family of distributors hard to ignore. Before they knew it they couldn’t help but do it to it. Knolls [...]

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Vegas Beauty Mark

Vegas Beauty Mark

Vegas Beauty Mark The road ahead like the road behind yellow middle faded lines, on the side, us, car, hood up, sky blue prayers. It wasn’t suppossed to go down the way it did. Cookie left, Constance dead, the taste of Pill still in my mouth and Vegas, beauty mark drowned. Lacrimose mascara gets itself [...]

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Flowers of Evil

Flowers of Evil

Let Flowers of Evil take you on a cross-cultural spree at Crossroads Theater. By Susan Froyd in Things to Do One thing’s for sure: You can pretty much always count on Denver Chicano Renaissance man Gwylym Cano to come up with something completely different. His reputation as a filmmaker is built on the funny 1995 [...]

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