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“To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.” -Henri Frédéric Amiel
Comes a Time is a collection of poems and essays exploring the aging process -senescence, and the attributes - essence that make us who we fundamentally are.
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Notwithstanding the pickling and pruning of the…
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There's A Seasonal Thing
There’s A Seasonal Thing
“What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one’s faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one’s memories.” – W. Somerset Maugham
Comes a Time is a collection of poems and essays exploring the aging process -senescence, and the attributes - essence that make us who we fundamentally are.
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There’s a seasonal thing
about this life we…
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Men As They Age
Men As They Age
“Men are like wine – some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age.” – Pope John XX111
Comes a Time is a collection of poems and essays exploring the aging process -senescence, and the attributes - essence that make us who we fundamentally are.
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Men as they age
some turn into cooks
as if the less they have to do,
the more they are able to do,
in the art of…
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Re-tire, Re-tread, Re-make
“Age isn’t how old you are but how old you feel.” – Gabriel García Márquez
Comes a Time is a collection of poems and essays exploring the aging process -senescence, and the attributes - essence that make us who we fundamentally are.
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Re-tire Re-tread Re-make
time comes
when you need to stop expanding
in the universal scheme of things
whoadown, slow down,
leave…
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Ageing Vacillates
“By the time you’re eighty years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” – George Burns
Comes a Time is a collection of poems and essays exploring the aging process -senescence, and the attributes - essence that make us who we fundamentally are.
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Aging vacillates
between acceptance and intolerance
or is it that we reach a stage of…
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A Coming of Age
Comes a Time is a collection of poems and essays exploring the aging process -senescence, and the attributes - essence that make us who we fundamentally are.
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A Coming of Age
As a certifiable Septuagenarian no longer capable of dividing but still alive and metabolically active, I now, on occasion, think about aging and growing old. I suppose it…
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A Sneaky Twitch of an Itch
An Abstract/Concrete challenge for your Grandchildren to draw what an Itch looks like!
A Sneaky Twitch of an Itch
I know an Itch named Sneaky
He’s longer than a finger’s reach
He’s faster than a swat
and just when you find
his favorite spot
he simply disappears
You can’t tickle the Sneaky Itch away,
he’ll simply hide behind your laughter,
and as soon as you say
good…
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BORN TO BE A TAMALE
Chapter 11
Campo De Fútbol
Lorena informed Amador her son would not be able to come to Tijuana for several days. Working at the Continental Maritime of San Diego shipyards in Barrio Logan he was unable to break free. Pancho only ever made the trip at Amador’s request to help familia cross over. He would be there as soon as he could manage it. In the meantime Chuy became a…
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BORN TO BE A TAMALE
Chapter 10
Las Canelas: The Cinnamon
Amador was up at first light, as he was every day to feed the cabras y pollos and milk the last few vacas hembras remaining from what was once a prideful herd of vacas. When Chuy joined him on the front veranda Amador had ready a couple cups of pajarete; a popular morning desayuno Amador prepared with fresh cow’s milk, chocolate, sugar,…
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When Dawn Breaks Across the Stillness of the Night
When Dawn Breaks Across the Stillness of the Night
Published in Ageing Beautifully in Light of You
“If I had tried to find you, you would have never appeared outside my dreams, and I would have been forever at a loss for words.”
When dawn breaks across
the stillness of the night
and daylight filters through dreams
of all we have pleasured and pained
we are there for each other
unboundedly wrapped in arms and legs,
anchored to the soft and…
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BORN TO BE A TAMALE Chapter 9 Tío Amador Arias Trejo
Chuy, was tall for his age compared to the average Mexican male, with a well-developed physique from working since receiving his first communion and becoming a soldier of Christ. As a young boy he understood his shaved head kept the ubiquitous lice at bay, but as a teenager he let it grow to ponytail length like the Huichol Indians who…
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I Want to Paint a Picture in Words
I Want to Paint a Picture in Words
Georgia O’Keefe
I want to paint a picture with words
for you to look upon in wonder
at the texture,
the composition,
the blending of content
with color and awe.
I want to write a poem
that you would want to frame
and hang on a wall.
Possibly crocheted or,
etched into a shellacked heart.
A poem that could be
engraved on a floor mat
welcoming you to my home.
The ultimate of course
would be my…
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A Long Lineage of Poet Saints
A Long Lineage of Poet Saints
On writing poetry continued.
Caravaggio’s St. Jerome
A Long Lineage Of Poet Saints
Coming from a long lineage
of poet saints
the forgotten
offspring of Mira
the laughter of God
the remnants of Rumi
It is not that I have heard
God whispering in my ear,
or feel the Spirit
laying down beside me
in a lover’s embrace
It is that I have penned already,
and forever to be repeated,
the sigh that…
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God's Gift to Aging Poets
God’s Gift to Aging Poets
On Writing Poetry
The Poor Poet 1835 by Spitzweg
God’s Gift To Aging Poets
God’s gift to aging poets
is convenient lapses of memory,
without which scraps of paper
scribbles, and scratched out rhymes
would inundate the mind
leaving nothing behind.
if all the poets within you
lined up on parade,
each would have book in hand
written in sand
for the waves of time
to wash away
every poem ever…
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BORN TO BE A TAMALE
Buscando El Sueño Americano
Searching For The American Dream
Chapter 8 Adios Hombre
Twenty years was a long time when tied to the heartstrings of casa and familia, and for a young man with a sweet taste for the Promised Land on his lips it must have seemed like a lifetime. Jesus Ramos Rios was born under el signo de la cruz, the sign of the cross, a ritual blessing that…
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Forever is a Joshua Tree
Forever is a Joshua Tree
Father's Day Musings
Joshua Tree National Park Pete Saloutos
Forever is a Joshua tree
here is music for you
the nugget of you
to while away the other side
of knowing you
never after the gold
just the panning of it
the mechanics
dredging layers of shale
the dust
the gold dust
the panning of it
rewarding as a chainsaw
primed to clear the land
here is music of a time with you
forever now
for…
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Crayons
Father’s Day Musings
Crayons
Draw me the hum of small talk;
copper whispers on a Big Chief
scribbler sky lined with expectations
from a sleepless eye.
Draw me little whispers.
Faintly voiced grumblings
of a withered old Indian
talking to no one listening.
Tight little whispers
spreading the dust of loud days
like a warm quilt over children,
who tire with clouds in their eyes.
Before a bird…
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