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Dandelion Leaves


Dandelion is a poem inspired by writing sessions with my daughter.  On our walks she always liked to pick dandelions and blow the fuzzes off.  Smoke is a poem that reminds me of my grandmother's cleansings for protection.  Encarnada is a depiction of Frida Kahlo in her full glory.


My daughter and I wrote a poem last night
We picked ideas and objects to write about
We mixed them up
in a salad bowl
carefully tossed

We picked funny words
to make happy sounds
We added, repeated, deleted

We laughed and fell to our toes
pretended to be dandelions
waiting for the wind
to shake us up

We acted like daffodils
and tulips soaked in rain
We open ourselves in the morning
and closed our petals
when the sun ran away

We agreed that our poem
should be like a dandelion
so when shared with others
the words will float to the ears
of those who listen

Carried by our breath
like the dandelion fuzzes
in the breeze
and so, my daughter and I
wrote a poem last night

Traditional Cuisine


When I was a young child, my Grandmother cleansed me with herbs.
This is a tribute to Grandma Carmen.

She swiftly brushed my body
with ramas de pirú and flowers

red ribbon held the willow branches
she brushed, brushed, brushed away

my stretched limbs
bad energy away from me

fragrant sap remained
on fingers dark from cutting

herbs frankincense chunks
burning copal.

Top, down, left, right
her eyes closed cleansing smoke

branches swirled
the smoke with every stroke

shaking filtering negative energy
the room full of smoke

cleansing smoke chasing evil spells

silent prayer whisper
echoed through the smoke

she opened her eyes
two moons behind the clouds.

She wrapped the loaded branches
told me to throw it behind my back

and walk away
into the light.


Para Frida Kahlo

Encarnada con labios de rosa
piel de la tierra
ojos de luna nocturna
flores en su cabello
como una reina estrella
acuamarina amarilla
emergiendo de la tierra
como una fuente de aliento,
de vida, de calor, color
arte de ojo a ojo
de ceja a ceja y después
al universo nacida y creada
entre mazorcas y el maiz,
crecida de la tierra
morena como el color de su piel

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