Poetry
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Sober x 15 Years
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Sober. One second. One hour. One day at a time. I can see… Continue reading
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for babyface
Celebrating our 39th wedding anniversary. September 3, 1987. for babyfaceit’s been too longi don’t rememberthe last timei wrote you aflower songan orchidfull of colorsbloomingfrom my soulto your hearti don’t remember the last timei looked into your eyeswith wordstouching your face(those… Continue reading
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A Supreme Love
On September 3, 2026, Sumire Ida Gant and Antonio Pedro Ruiz will celebrate their 39th wedding anniversary. 39 years468 months14,245 days1,230,768,000 seconds20,512,800 minutes341,880 hours14,245 days2035 weeks3902.74% of a common year (365 days) Once upon a timein the cavernous lobby of… Continue reading
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A Year of Living Dangerously
1968 was a time of contradictions. Not unlike now. There were many Americas. I lived many lies.It was a time of dissolving from a past that no longer existed into an unknown future filling Americans with both fear and hope.… Continue reading
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Catching Memories
On August 25, 2026, I will mark the six-month anniversary of my stroke. Over the next few days, I’m revisiting my early writing from that traumatic period. It’s strange what you miss when you have a stroke. One moment, your… Continue reading
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Searching for Words
On August 25, 2026, I will mark the six-month anniversary of my stroke. Over the next few days, I’m revisiting my early writing from that traumatic period. Something changes in you when your brain breaks. A stroke. Even a mild… Continue reading
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America, My Country Too
I was born in the United States of America and grew up here. The South Bronx.From an early age, I was taught that this nation was the greatest in the world. No doubts about it.In Catholic elementary school (1954-1962), we… Continue reading
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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
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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
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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
