Poetry
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gaza
A plea for the shouting to end and the peace to begin. some things are not different this timethe woman who shouts i am not your enemythe man who shouts you are my enemythe woman who shouts kill all zioniststhe… Continue reading
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drinking
Always the same stella with a cold glass, double patrón silver, really well chilled, salted rim,at the same bars but with different people.And a lot of times, the same people are drinking, wishing they had a cigarette between their fingersor… Continue reading
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American History
They told me that I would want to be like ThemAn American Like Them. (I was born here)They told me to learn EnglishThat would make me an AmericanLike Them (American was speaking English like Them)They told me to salute/worship/put my… Continue reading
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Nervous Breakdown
I don’t know about you, but I think something is terribly wrong. I think the people of the United States of America are having a nervous breakdown. Every day you hear/read/see stories about hate/violence/anger/really hateful anger/with words and guns/knives/cars, all… Continue reading
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long walks on
the feet are tired shuffling along rough roads streets that have not been repaved in a long time. the body carrying the memories of a childhood too long ago of teen years that are hidden in history books of sex… Continue reading
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Home: A Nomad’s Epic Journey
I have lived at over twenty-four addresses in my life, and this doesn’t include the ones where I lived twice at different times.The Bronx, New YorkMiddletown, New YorkThe Bronx, New YorkNew York, New YorkThe Bronx, New YorkWashington, D.C.Hartford, ConnecticutWashington, D.C.Inglewood,… Continue reading
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New York New York: Driving Me Crazy
I recently spent twelve days in New York, the city where I was born, attending a family memorial and doing research for several writing projects. This is the first of several essays I am writing to help me understand what… Continue reading
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New York New York: Loud
I recently spent twelve days in New York, the city where I was born, attending a family memorial and doing research for several writing projects. This is the first of several essays I am writing to help me understand what… Continue reading
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Sand Water Sky
On June 25, 1984, at 12:01 a.m., after what seemed like a forever trip from Washington, D.C., I landed at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) to begin my 41 years of life to date in Southern California, and man, it’s… Continue reading
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The Construction of Words
Writing is not easy The words in my brain swirl around like balls in one of those bingo cages Turning over and over again waiting to be spat outB10 A36 D0Constructing Words Building a sentence A meaning Something that makes… Continue reading
