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Lorca en Nuena York

Bitter winter mornings, in my head, shoulders and down my spine, my pain is hewn in the shape of the cross. The cold pounds my hands and feet like nails. Is that how it went for you, Poeta en Nueva York, self-exiled … Continue reading

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Messages from the Vacant Starfields

She spies him in the shadows where he is reaching, tiptoed, into the clouds for a particular star but comes down emptihanded. He shows her his upturned palm and mouths one word – yerma – the Spanish for barren, infertile, … Continue reading

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Yerma Means Barren in Spanish

A poet told me today the barren space is shaped like God. I have never found God, so maybe He is right behind me, between the breaths of air I just parted with my bullish striding progress, or in the … Continue reading

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Paradise Lost

For this week’s Poetry Jam at http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/ Lorca in New York Bitter winter mornings, in my head, shoulders and down my spine, my pain is hewn in the shape of the cross. The cold pounds my hands and feet like nails. Is … Continue reading

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Rosario Castellanos

You wrote the poem where the poor Indian woman prays Please God don’t let my baby be born a girl But I can’t remember if you bore any children or were childless like Mistral or barren like Lorca’s Yerma. You died … Continue reading

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Newly Re-Discovered Shorts

Two poems from October 1999: 1. Highly Evolved HOW does a man hit      the middle of the bowl      in the middle of the night      in the dark? Echolocation. 2. The Difference IF your child be son or daughter … Continue reading

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Lorca in New York

Bitter winter mornings, in my head, shoulders and down my spine, my pain is hewn in the shape of the cross. The cold pounds my hands and feet like nails. Is that how it went for you, Poeta en Nueva York, self-exiled … Continue reading

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