Thursday, January 28, 2016

Woody Guthrie Honors Dead Mexican Migrants in Deportee


The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Alone with Edgar Allan Poe

Remembering the poetry of a young Edgar Allan Poe on his birthday.

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken

Monday, January 11, 2016

And We Live Here!

Bienvenidos a Barra de Navidad!

Bluer skies than any true love’s eyes
Great tall palms waving in the breeze
Ocean’s warm...sometimes a crazy storm
But mostly it’s a life that’s full of ease
And we live here!

Friday, January 1, 2016

Poem One


What's the expected first line
on the first day of a New Year?

I don't know either.