The Family Dinner Party
Where the man
at the top of the stairs,
the butcher of our tiny land
came from, nobody will say.
Every family has one.
We gather together,
blood running down
the wooden steps
The Lives I Might Have Lived
I’m a history buff. I studied history for my bachelor’s degree and area studies for my master’s. Since I was a child, I have fantasized about living in particular historical eras and places, being a part of the periods and events which have shaped humanity’s shared heritage. I also fell in love with the academic storytelling art of history; it is the story of the past, the narrative of how we understand ourselves and where we came from. Continue reading “The Lives I Might Have Lived”
Rock Song – Vino y Sangre – SD
Red-Handed
Sat back with iPads,
Sniffin’ wine caps and
Actin’ through that high
Political rap, Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino y Sangre – SD”
Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG
I realized belatedly that I never said what my Misplaced Missives are, and I figure there’s no better time to explain than at the beginning. Thus, down below is the first – not the first written but the first rewritten into my private journal. These are the lost letters to the ones I’ve loved; letters I was never brave enough to send or letters there’s no longer anyone to send to. So thank you for reading these in the stead of those who never will. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG”
Finding a Stopping Point… and holding on for dear life
I’m one of those people who never feels totally satisfied with a written work. There is always a different idea, or a new line, or a twist to the rhyme scheme that I could have/should have made. That’s why I re-read my own writing as little as possible once it has been “finished” — or posted here. Continue reading “Finding a Stopping Point… and holding on for dear life”
Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre II – JG
To Wash Away The Memory
Cut in a way,
A blade never will,
Shallow and deep,
But blood wasn’t spilt.
More subtle, more fine,
Complex and in my mind’s eye:
Divine.
These wounds taste like wine. Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre II – JG”
Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre – JG
By Your Thirst
Spilt scarlet,
Alarming, disarming,
Screams of ‘Harlot‘
Shattered glass –
Tasked with the act
Of post-row cleanup.
Is it blood
Or is it wine? Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre – JG”
Walt’s Garden
Walt’s Garden
Walt’s Garden stood in an old shop on East Main Street. It fell in line with a collection of other such buildings along the north side of the road; brick, one- or two-story shops with broad window fronts and colorful signs decorating the sidewalk, enticing passers-by to step inside. A broad promenade allowed patrons to walk with ease, or relax on the benches that faced the road. Young maples and dogwoods spread their branches along the curb, shielding the strollers and the shoppers from sun and traffic alike. Continue reading “Walt’s Garden”
January’s Theme: Vino y Sangre
Wine is traditionally symbolic of socially constructed things: celebrations and ceremonies, class and culture, elegance in communication and conversation. It’s an art with finesse and attention to detail, and when done right, holds complexity and character in every sip. Wine is classic.
Blood, meanwhile, is all about power. It rushes and demands all of its own volition; there is nothing made but what it makes. It’s aggression and passion and force and instinct and it pushes you to work its will. It’s all emotion and best felt when its owner is out of control. Blood is fierce. Continue reading “January’s Theme: Vino y Sangre”
Villanelle – December – JG
Serenity
Enemy of the future, refusing to embark
Steadily into the present – stillness in the blood –
Serenity in the identity of a life in park. Continue reading “Villanelle – December – JG”
Evening Satellite Publishing 