LOUD VOICES

Poetry

  • Baghdad by the Bay…A Love Letter

    We’re going back to San Francisco in September to celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary, as we’ve done irregularly over the past 41 years or so. I really love that city. Something about its history, weather, people, culture, and compactness just… Continue reading

    Baghdad by the Bay…A Love Letter

  • Those Illegals

    We don’t care.There is no empathy left in us.No sympathy.No care in the universe.We know who they are.Where they came fromacross an oceanEnglandPortugalSpainFranceItalyGermanySo many lands We have enough pain in our worldwe cannotwill notassume the debt of their painWe refused… Continue reading

    Those Illegals

  • America, My Country Too

    I was born in the United States of America and grew up here. The South Bronx, to be exact. From an early age, I was taught that this nation was the greatest in the world. No doubts about it.In Catholic… Continue reading

    America, My Country Too

  • Untitled Random Poems #3

    The poetry of lifewords on a pagestreaming out of my mind singing like a sageSounds abound dancing sALSA in my soulmy fEET have foundmERENGUE has no fears.the poetry of mAMBO in my heart crying from deep inside Our music will… Continue reading

    Untitled Random Poems #3

  • Old(er): An Epic Journey

    Part Two “Eat Life like you’re starving. You may feel full at the end of the day, but damn, it tasted good.” antonio pedro ruiz I remember the moment I touched down at LAX Los Angeles Airport like it was… Continue reading

    Old(er): An Epic Journey

  • Instructions For Making and Using an Ax Handle

    An Ax Handle, also called a haft, has five parts: the Eye, the Shoulder, the Belly, the Throat, and the Knob. ALL we wanted was to be served lunchat the whites-only lunch counterInside a F.W. Woolworthfive-and-dime store In Jacksonville, Florida,… Continue reading

    Instructions For Making and Using an Ax Handle

  • A Yankee Baseball Game

    My annual tribute to my father, Antonio “Tony” Ruiz. My father never took me to a Yankees game when I was a kid. That was the secret burden of resentment I carried for a long time. At some point before… Continue reading

    A Yankee Baseball Game

  • Four Months

    Today marks four months since my mini-stroke. “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” Joseph Campbell It seems so long ago, but it’s been… Continue reading

    Four Months

  • The Great Escape

    In a god we trustWhen I was ten years old, as I was praying during Mass performing my duties as an altar boy in the basement church St. Rita of Cascia, kneeling before the raised altar, the gold cross hanging… Continue reading

    The Great Escape

  • Smoke ‘em If You Got ‘em

    The first time I saw an American joint was when some guy in the high school gym asked me to pass one along to another guy on the other side of meThat guy seemed awfully anxious to get it like… Continue reading

    Smoke ‘em If You Got ‘em