Poetry Break

Poetry Break

Once again:

  1. “Your Life” by Andrea Gibson
  2. “I Carry Your Heart with Me” by e.e. cummings
  3. “Explaining My Depression to My Mother” by Sabrina Benaim
  4. “Ohm” by Saul Williams
  5. “Why are Muslims So…” by Sakila & Hawa
  6. “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” by Doc Luben
  7. “Some Things You Need to Know Before Dating Me” by Jamie Mortara
  8. “What Society Says to Men” by Helly Shah
  9. “AmeRícan” by Tato Laviera
  10. “Through the Fence…” by Edward Vidaurre
  11. “America” by Allen Ginsberg
  12. “The Good Life” by Tracy K. Smith
  13. “When a Boy Tells You He Loves You” by Edwin Bodeny
  14. “OCD” by Neil Hilborn
  15. “Peach Scone” by Hobo Johnson & the LoveMakers
  16. “I Will Not Let an Exam Result Decide my Fate” by Suli Breaks
  17. “Consent at 10,000 Feet” by Guante
  18. “Can We Auto-Correct Humanity?” by Prince Ea
  19. “To This Day” by Shane Koyczan
  20. “34 Excuses for Why We Failed at Love” by Warsan Shire
  21. “Storm” by Tim Minchin
  22. “Chingona” by Leticia
  23. “Afro-Latina” by Elizabeth Acevedo
  24. “Juan Valdez” by Carlos Andres Gomez
  25. “Dear Straight People” by Denice Frohman
  26. “Poema XV”/ “I Like for You to be Still” by Pablo Neruda
  27. “McAllen Our Rinconcito” by Priscilla Celia Suarez
  28. “Some Days” by Amalia Ortiz
  29. “For the Quiet Kids Who’ve Been Told ‘Speak Up'” by Grace Carras

Your love: a mixed tape the car stereo ate; a sell-by-date, batteries not included, rough around the edges; scentless potpourri

from Chapin City Blues

I started to celebrate National Poetry Month. And I pre-selected each poem the day I made my decision to do this. However, April 29th and 30th were left unfilled. I didn’t know what to put in there. During this time, I discovered (for myself) the poetry of Grace Carras. So I had to give her one of the two slots.

This last piece took me years to write and hours to record and mix. And I hope that you enjoyed this journey as much as I.

Thank you.

Poetry Break

Poetry Break

If you live along the border, you know what threat a border wall poses on the landscape. Not on just the look of where we come from, but the nature of it as well. We know the wall is unAmerican and unbecoming of this country’s dream. We know it’s act of xenophobia. That is ugly in the face of nature’s beauty.

I had the pleasure of meeting Edward Vidaurre several years ago. I’ve worked with him for a brief time. And had him emcee several of the poetry readings I’ve hosted. He is the author of I Took my Barrio on a Road Trip, Chicano Blood Transfusion, Ramona and Rumi: Love in the Time of Oligarchy & Unedited Necessary Poems, and JazzHouse.

Please enjoy today’s poem.

Personal

“The bandwidth is throttled”

I should be doing something. I have the whole day off and all I’ve managed is to go back to sleep after dropping Shaun off at school. I’ve also watched several minutes of Tik Tok videos. I blasted through two hours of watching YouTube. On my bed, lies my journal, my Dungeon Master’s Guide, and a magazine with an article I’ve been meaning to read for three weeks now. Yet, I can’t muster up the motivation to write, work on a D&D campaign, read, or anything.

Hell, the moment I turned on my computer, I opened Word then quickly double-clicked the Left 4 Dead 2 icon and wasted half an hour shooting modded hellish zombies.

Last night, the library held a book reading by local poet Edward Vidaurre. I haven’t been to many poetry readings recently. This year’s Love & Chocolate event was the first I stepped foot on stage in ages.

El Senor and Amado were also there. They were talking about getting the old band back together. I could be working on new material, but I’m not. I’m just here, listening to the song on repetition while writing these words and wondering what the fuck am I doing?

Maybe, I’ll take a nap. Figure some shit out in my dreams. Or, I don’t know, make an actual attempt. Maybe it’s just time to panic.