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"

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.