Monday, April 27, 2009

30

is the new 20 I hope. lol. I took the day off from work, so I read a bit of Barrio Boy by Ernesto Galarza in the morning, then played some w/ Sprocket. Now it's a bit after 12, and I am working on some poems due for class portfolio, Halloween in the background, and Sprocket sleeping next to me.

No poem yet for this occasion.

Monday, April 20, 2009

They call it puppy love

and I think it's true.

Her name is Sprocket. Don't ask
my why that's her name, but it's
partly because it sounded (or is)
German, and it goes with her
"heritage" as a mini-schnauzer.

I bought her on Saturday at
the pulga, and I just hope nothing
comes out wrong. Papers say
she was born on March 3rd.

*She is available for play dates*








on a ending note: i'm tired. i want the semester to be over.
my brother came down to visit from Houston and it
was difficult juggling family and school work. What
keeps me going is thinking "summer"


  1. fun
  2. no classes
  3. road trip
  4. time for thesis
  5. oh yeah, and work.

*by the way, i don't know why i put numbered bullets on the above list and they come out like flowers...not my intent, just fyi. lol

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Maybe

it's late. but i took a 2 hour nap, which means i'm older now...lol, and that i likely won't be falling asleep until 3am. My brother is on his way from Houston so I am waiting to see if he will stop by and stay at my house. It was unexpected, i just found out from him today.
Este poema es para ti.

I remembered today
about the SBS building
ese minuto entre
the COAS
preocupada
de las pulgadas
between our hands

haveces unos besos
sin razon

sometimes vergüenza
entre los students

tus palabras
entre mi lengua

tu coraje
uno de muchos años

this minute
between lunch

this segundo
este año
esos dias

everything right now
todo-todo-todo

los pensamientos cargan
la misma soledad

el mismo querer

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

ekphrasis

sandia

I ate
blood red
squares,
setting off
diluted juice
paths above
my veins.

green
streaks
and red
scars
give action
to watermelon
still life.

Commentary more than poetry...

This is my poem/response to the news article i mentioned in previous post, titled "US citizens locked up as illegal immigrants"
I think towards the end I mix some words up (or at least my understanding of them), but as always, there is work to be done

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The answer to stabilizing the American Economy
is to deport all the illegal immigrants. We begin
with some work raids. Because only illegal immigrants
run and everybody who stays should have their
papers with them. Then we can stop them for
suspicious reasons and ask them about their citizenship.

Operation Wetback intended to gather up illegal residents
and return them to Mexico.

Operation Return To Sender intends to gather up illegal residents
and return them to Mexico.

Inevitably some mistakes will be made.
Mistakes that will cost you a couple days
or years, but with proper proof can be
corrected. These are regretful mistakes
because they were not intended
the feelings of hostility,
being handcuffed to a chair
sense that you don’t belong here
that you must speak proficient English
that you are an American citizen.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Yesterday was Easter

and I wanted to write, but I was too tired. A lot of good family time. Ended the night watching a movie w/ my lil sis and her kids. Then some cleaning afterward. While I was reading the e-news that night I came across an article regarding American citizens who are confused for illegal citizens and deported. I wrote a poem, which is on the laptop, but will be posting when I get home. Here is the article for starters: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090413/ap_on_re_us/mistaken_for_illegal_i

Just one picture from Easter 2009. Hope it went well and it was joyful. It can be tiring to have so much family around.

Friday, April 10, 2009

ACL

Like the concert festival, not the ligament. I bought my tickets a few days ago. It's going to take place Oct. 2-4. If you want to know the details, you can follow this site: http://www.aclfestival.com/


I'm excited, yes. About six months to get there, but I'm hoping I have a good time. It's going to be in Austin so I will even get to visit my soon to be Freshman brother at UTSA. I didn't even realize it until i was texting him today. That makes me even more excited, that I can stop by and say hello, see how things are, make sure he is studying. lol I see a lot of freshman students, and their first semester is overwhelming. I try to think of "good" reasons why, but usually its that they don't anticipate the level of work required to be successful at the University level. But I don't want to go into the subject of retention and first semesters.


I don't know the lineup yet for ACL, although there are rumors flying around. Just saw that the opening bands will be listed April 28th: excited. I was supposed to go last year, but money was tight. So I didn't do much all year as far as traveling...and I love traveling. It's not escaping. Escaping almost means not wanting to come back. I love to come back. I love to live here in the Rio Grande Valley. Traveling is about listening to people's stories, and catching a city change. New Orleans was like that, although still sad to see people struggling.


I used to write poems a lot while traveling because I was young and couldn't drive, so the option was going on bus or someone else driving. I don't get to write while traveling anymore, only at my destination. I do miss that. Would I go on the bus again? I have thought about it, but I dislike the lack of mobility. Maybe to try it again, but I have given up on trying to regain the experience of a first time. I didn't walk Bourbon street at night too much because the drinking and debauchery wasn't enticing.


I have never experienced ACL. I have experienced Austin, and unfortunately one of my characteristics is to be content with repetition and dwell in the known. This will be a change, and I will try to not visit the same places I always do in Austin. Essentially, I will attempt to give up control.