Posts tagged “National Poetry Month”

Poetry Break

Posted on April 30, 2020

Once again: “Your Life” by Andrea Gibson “I Carry Your Heart with Me” by e.e. cummings “Explaining My Depression to My Mother” by Sabrina Benaim “Ohm” by Saul Williams “Why are Muslims So…” by Sakila & Hawa “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” by Doc Luben “Some Things You Need to Know Before Dating Me” by Jamie Mortara “What Society Says to Men” by Helly Shah “AmeRícan” by Tato Laviera “Through the Fence…” by Edward Vidaurre “America” by Allen Ginsberg “The Good Life” by Tracy K. Smith “When a Boy Tells You He Loves You” by Edwin Bodeny “OCD” by Neil Hilborn “Peach Scone” by Hobo Johnson & the LoveMakers “I Will Not Let an Exam Result Decide my Fate” by Suli…

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Poetry Break

Posted on April 29, 2020

I don’t remember when I first followed Grace Carras (@bardic_ghost) on TikTok, but I’m glad I did. Not because of the magnificent cosplay, or the funny pick up lines thrown at her significant other. Because if I hadn’t, I never would have known of the way she uses words. The craftsmanship of her poetry. I’ve only been given a glimpsed of her work and I’m in complete awe with the few videos she has on her YouTube page. And, of course, my favorite being “For the Quiet Kids Who’ve Been Told ‘Speak Up.’” And I wouldn’t have known about her upcoming chapbook entitled Quiet Kid, which you can pre-order now through Finishing Line Press. So as we wind down with National Poetry Month, please…

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Tagged: Chapbook, Finishing Line Press, Grace Carras, National Poetry Month, Poem, Quiet Kid

Poetry Break

Posted on April 28, 2020

I met Amalia Ortiz several years ago at the Nueva Onda Poetry Cafe. I loved the way she moved through language. How she molded it. How her words just flowed from her mouth to the mic to our ears. Please enjoy. I was taught well how to purge my pain in private pick myself up off the wet tiled floor and mop away all evidence of anguish and though to many in our society the image of a woman grieving alone slobbering like a child is unattractive to me it is an image of true strength

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Tagged: Amalia Ortiz, National Poetry Month, Poem, Some Days

Poetry Break

Posted on April 27, 2020

A little piece of heavenis belonging. It is listening to cumbias and corridoswhile studying at the library – knowing the best taquitosand papas asadas can be served from a food truck – it isusing dichos and getting your point across.Being an English speakerand somehow having a strong ‘che’ accent –it is looking forward to the fallbecause our Winter Texan friends come home – this little pieceof heaven is acknowledging your rootswill always holds on.

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Tagged: McAllen Our Rinconcito, National Poetry Month, Poem, Priscilla Celina Suárez

Poetry Break

Posted on April 26, 2020

I purchased my copy of The Poems of Pablo Neruda in college. Since then, I picked it up every once in a while. Thumb through its pages. And read where my finger lands. It’s not always an English translation, but that’s not far away if I need or want to read it. And in my broken Spanish, I recite his words. And fall in love with the way he used the language. Today I present to you two versions of the same poem. In the original Spanish and the translation by W. S. Merwin. Please enjoy. Déjame que te hable también con tu silencioclaro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y…

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Tagged: I Like for You to be Still, Me gusta cuanda callas, National Poetry Month, Pablo Neruda, Poem, Poem XV, Poema XV

Poetry Break

Posted on April 25, 2020

I started this one poem a day because I wanted to share my favorite verses with you all. How many people have actually listened to each one, well, I don’t know (that’s a lie; I do know. WordPress shares states with its users). Each of these poems is a part of me, somehow inspiring me to continue an effort to write. Some remind me of who I was, who I am, and who I want to be in this life. There is a reason why “Dear Straight People” speaks to a past me, but that’s not a conversation I’m willing to have. Not yet, anyway. During this month, I’ve been struggling to aim my blog towards a new direction. I’m still not sure what…

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Tagged: Dear Straight People, Denice Frohman, National Poetry Month, Poem

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