Julio Papá

Arguing with the television,
turning it down, loudly,
eating fresh rosquitas and offering them
to everyone.

Wanting to share in the wine
But too methodical to do so.
Keeping life’s rhythms and rhymes.

Patterns that matched his shirt.

Setting his watch by casino,
Punching the clock at the café as if going to work,
Paying without comment.

Community wherever he was.

Welcoming you, as you are,
Who you are,
Supporting your dreams,
Take a nap if you want to, fix the world if you want to…
But how about a sandwich at 8:40,
And could the doctor’s appointment be after breakfast and before the café?


Dreams of Writing

Creativity comes in odd forms late at night on Halloween.  Wishes and hopes and dreams and fears.  We remember not to believe everything we read and take with a grain of salt that which is not supported.  We shake a good belly laugh and try to believe…because we want to.

The broken window and the thieves who came in to steal the broken heart.

The missing money that was later found painted orange down by the lake, not quite frozen.

NaNoWriMo and writing ideas that flow and laugh and get stuck in the drain.  I will try to write more frequently but remember the power of fiction and the poetry in a good night kiss.  

Let’s write!

The Bubble Poem

New from Burma
“I never rest
I practice much
my bubble test.

“I know lots
I’m not in trouble
My teacher taught me
how to bubble

“My mama works
a shift, a double,
So I don’t have to
I learn to bubble

“To study stars
some use the Hubble
I don’t study
I learn to bubble

“Dad’s out of work
He’s grown some stubble
That won’t be me
‘cuz I can bubble”

The Phoenix rises
from the rubble
The childrens rises
from the bubble

Double double
toil and trouble
cauldron burn
and children bubble

(For an end to too much testing!)