Hello folks if anyone is still reading this, hello! I am Antonio if no one remembers our aliases. I just wrote this and was thinking about the class. If anyone wants to check out my blog I've been in Quito for the last two months.
http://cheverequito.blogspot.com
-there is none of my poetry but if you want some I'd be happy to send some your way. It does have sweet pictures of the jungle and mariachis and what not. talk to you'll sometime!
Love does not clarify the view looking out
On everything in particular
But beautifully blurs
We are racing, and shining
We are rain on the windows
Falling ever so quickly
Ever so quietly
As people sleep on byways
As the wheels carry us safely
Somewhere
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, December 20, 2008
La
Sweetly slumbering,
Slipped away,
She has saved her smile for the casual crooner
Of alternate evenings,
However the silence of truth—
A tiger lily fire
Amongst the doorstep of our home
Has given me the blue-grey paling eyes of a mysterious artwork,
Or the feminine lips which purse together
A pressed smile spread like lilies
In the pools of such
Sad, sad eyes.
Lips, teeth,
A crinkled face
Where the rain has
Spattered freckles. In the blind nights
Of winter two bodies are made
To share a bed.
Slipped away,
She has saved her smile for the casual crooner
Of alternate evenings,
However the silence of truth—
A tiger lily fire
Amongst the doorstep of our home
Has given me the blue-grey paling eyes of a mysterious artwork,
Or the feminine lips which purse together
A pressed smile spread like lilies
In the pools of such
Sad, sad eyes.
Lips, teeth,
A crinkled face
Where the rain has
Spattered freckles. In the blind nights
Of winter two bodies are made
To share a bed.
Poem for to bird
Before thought,
My action sprung
Through earth—
Hello yellow tulip,
Bird of terrible speed
& the reach for it
Miss
& fragments of the empty air-
The multi-colored fury.
I open my palm for to bird
Revealing letters from Ecuador,
Perhaps a wooden plank.
Sure, I was born with a love
Of (wine) wet evening mouths,
However, I have never aged.
I only own my fingers and toes
To count
My polar white exposures
Developing oil black ink.
More than the home I made
From tangerine leaves
(Yes its snowing in New England
& darlin’ I love you, & darlin’ I love you)
I still know the moon is a woman
& I will always return to bathe
Breathing like words.
My action sprung
Through earth—
Hello yellow tulip,
Bird of terrible speed
& the reach for it
Miss
& fragments of the empty air-
The multi-colored fury.
I open my palm for to bird
Revealing letters from Ecuador,
Perhaps a wooden plank.
Sure, I was born with a love
Of (wine) wet evening mouths,
However, I have never aged.
I only own my fingers and toes
To count
My polar white exposures
Developing oil black ink.
More than the home I made
From tangerine leaves
(Yes its snowing in New England
& darlin’ I love you, & darlin’ I love you)
I still know the moon is a woman
& I will always return to bathe
Breathing like words.
The Ugliness of Living Fish
My mother is a fish
-Faulkner
God
my God
God glorified through living and
Not so living
God who so terribly created cancer and
The unborn. Vivid
God of aurora destiny
I would so
Very much like to tell You how much I love You—
Here is a thought
Pulpy and Wet
Here is an orange
Pulpy and Wet
Behold!
Mother Earth pregnant with Macbooks—
Behold!
High-Defined television and pickled herring—
Behold!
The dead sea,
A sea of
Ugly fish. A rigger
In slickers, God, with
Seamen, drunk. Hauling
Ugly fish, God
Are you there?
-Faulkner
God
my God
God glorified through living and
Not so living
God who so terribly created cancer and
The unborn. Vivid
God of aurora destiny
I would so
Very much like to tell You how much I love You—
Here is a thought
Pulpy and Wet
Here is an orange
Pulpy and Wet
Behold!
Mother Earth pregnant with Macbooks—
Behold!
High-Defined television and pickled herring—
Behold!
The dead sea,
A sea of
Ugly fish. A rigger
In slickers, God, with
Seamen, drunk. Hauling
Ugly fish, God
Are you there?
Oh! In the countless dreams…
Of the Sonoran deserts & red rock cliffs
Enflamed through an impressionist hand,
Of señoritas & the swing-sway alboroto-
Chorizo laden street cars
Of the constants & the consecrated devotion to the
Golden behemoths-
Mary Magdalenes embedded in the cheap streets
Where the rats, the whores, & those
Grave, mysterious (my people of sadness)
Arch there emaciated
Clutching bones of the dead & flowers
Which stand on display (se vende)
Of what has been & what is to come &
How I long to know
Secrets of undying faith in God above & the close—
ness to the earth.
In labor-love & las noches de los chiles rellenos
Of the drug dealers & los vatos en las calles
The thumb, the road, the sun
The banks of El Rio Grande are wet with slighted tears.
Enflamed through an impressionist hand,
Of señoritas & the swing-sway alboroto-
Chorizo laden street cars
Of the constants & the consecrated devotion to the
Golden behemoths-
Mary Magdalenes embedded in the cheap streets
Where the rats, the whores, & those
Grave, mysterious (my people of sadness)
Arch there emaciated
Clutching bones of the dead & flowers
Which stand on display (se vende)
Of what has been & what is to come &
How I long to know
Secrets of undying faith in God above & the close—
ness to the earth.
In labor-love & las noches de los chiles rellenos
Of the drug dealers & los vatos en las calles
The thumb, the road, the sun
The banks of El Rio Grande are wet with slighted tears.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Editor: Frederick Barthelme
Managing Editor: Rie Fortenberry
Assistant Editors: Angela Ball, Steven Barthelme, Jordan Sanderson, Erin Smith, Lynn Watson, Jane Woodman
Published by the Center for Writers, at the University of Southern Mississippi
The magazine is published quarterly however there are only two print copies per year
The Mississippi Review contains an extremely experimental form of writing however the publication remains true to the form of prose/poetry specifically. I have not seen any submissions that have been published under the Mississippi Review that would not be classified under this category.
The Mississippi Review is published by the Center for Writers, at the University of Southern Mississippi: 118 College Drive #5144,
Hattiesburg, Mississippi 39406-0001
The Mississippi Review awards prizes of $1,000 in fiction and in poetry. Winners and finalists will make up next winter's print issue of the national literary magazine Mississippi Review. Contest is open to all writers in English except current or former students or employees of The University of Southern Mississippi. Fiction entries should be 1000-5000 words, poetry entries should be three poems totaling 10 pages or less. There is no limit on the number of entries you may submit. Entry fee is $15 per entry, payable to the Mississippi Review.
The magazine tends to publish both prose and poetry and where the two meet in the middle. It is focused on the mesh of writing called prose/poetry.
...the pieces from the literary magazine that I selected are in hard copy form. I can scan them sometime tomorrow and post them seperately.
Managing Editor: Rie Fortenberry
Assistant Editors: Angela Ball, Steven Barthelme, Jordan Sanderson, Erin Smith, Lynn Watson, Jane Woodman
Published by the Center for Writers, at the University of Southern Mississippi
The magazine is published quarterly however there are only two print copies per year
The Mississippi Review contains an extremely experimental form of writing however the publication remains true to the form of prose/poetry specifically. I have not seen any submissions that have been published under the Mississippi Review that would not be classified under this category.
The Mississippi Review is published by the Center for Writers, at the University of Southern Mississippi: 118 College Drive #5144,
Hattiesburg, Mississippi 39406-0001
The Mississippi Review awards prizes of $1,000 in fiction and in poetry. Winners and finalists will make up next winter's print issue of the national literary magazine Mississippi Review. Contest is open to all writers in English except current or former students or employees of The University of Southern Mississippi. Fiction entries should be 1000-5000 words, poetry entries should be three poems totaling 10 pages or less. There is no limit on the number of entries you may submit. Entry fee is $15 per entry, payable to the Mississippi Review.
The magazine tends to publish both prose and poetry and where the two meet in the middle. It is focused on the mesh of writing called prose/poetry.
...the pieces from the literary magazine that I selected are in hard copy form. I can scan them sometime tomorrow and post them seperately.
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