Poetry

  • 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

    American History
  • 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

    Nervous Breakdown
  • 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

    long walks on
  • 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

    Home: A Nomad’s Epic Journey
  • 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

    New York New York: Driving Me Crazy
  • 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

    New York New York: Loud
  • They Came for Me

    First they came for the Communists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Communist Then they came for the Socialists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Socialist Then they came for… Continue reading

    They Came for Me
  • eight years

    When I graduated last year on May 21, I had been attending college for eight years, first at Long Beach City College and then at California State University, Long Beach. I had learned a lot, even for a then-75-year-old. what… Continue reading

    eight years
  • CHAOS.

    I’m reviewing my memory disks(I mean U.S. history) traveling way backbefore my time when the world=CHAOS. Colonialism ImperialismSlavery GenocideExploitationWorkers of the WorldUnite(no one is going to protect you)the color of your skinthe skin of your color(the first U.S. Civil War)=CHAOS.… Continue reading

    CHAOS.
  • Live Poetry

    “Launched by the Academy of American Poets in April 1996, National Poetry Month is a special occasion that celebrates poets’ integral role in our culture and that poetry matters. Over the years, it has become the largest literary celebration in… Continue reading

    Live Poetry