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 [...]
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 about [...]
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. There [...]
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 with or [...]
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 and nooks made him warm. Time.
He smoothed [...]
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 together on the ground.
What do you want, she asks, [...]
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 [...]