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crushing-on-nico-di-angelo · 1 year

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food as a love language...

what to cook right now, sam sifton // お仕事, @tomokohara // oranges, gary soto // rusty love from post partum portraits, tammy rae carland // @jacebeleren // iftar (breaking fast) (2020), dir. mike mosallam // @hakkiofficial // perhaps the world ends here, @diabolicjoy // @naomigoesferaldotcom // in the kitchen - helena janecic

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maybuds · 1 year

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Between Words by Gary Soto (appeared in Poetry Magazine, January 1984)

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#between words #gary soto #poetry #poem

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fallensapphires · 5 months

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Holidays: Christmas in Orange

I peeled my orange

That was so bright against

The gray of December

That, from some distance,

Someone might have thought

I was making a fire in my hands.

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aemperatrix · 2 months

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Gary Soto, The Plum’s Heart

#gary soto #poetry #the plum's heart #poem #cuvinte potrivite #us the half-bitten who bring on the flies...

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manwalksintobar · 6 months

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The Wrestler’s Heart // Gary Soto

I had no choice but to shave my hair And wrestle — thirty guys humping one another On a mat. I didn't like high school. There were no classes on archeology, And the girls were too much like flowers To bother with them. My brother, I think, Was a hippie, and my sister, I know, Was the runner-up queen of the Latin American Club When I saw her in the cafeteria, waved And said things like, Debbie, is it your turn To do the dishes tonight? she would smile and Make real scary eyes. When I saw my brother In his long hair and sissy bell-bottom pants, He would look through me at a little snotty Piece of gum on the ground. Neither of them Liked me. So I sided with the wrestling coach, But first there was wrestling, young dudes In a steamy room, and coach with his silver whistle, His clipboard, his pencil behind his clubbed ear. I was no good. Everyone was larger In the showers, their cocks like heavy wrenches, Their hair like the scribbling of a mad child. I would lather as best I could to hide What I didn't have, then walk home In the dark. When we wrestled Madera High, I was pinned in twelve seconds. My Mom threw me a half stick of gum From the bleachers. She shouted, It's Juicy Fruit! And I just look at her. I looked at The three spectators, all crunching corn nuts, Their faces like punched-in paper bags. We lost that night. The next day in Biology I chewed my half stick of Juicy Fruit And thought about what can go wrong In twelve seconds. The guy who pinned Me was named Bloodworth, a meaningful name. That night I asked Mom what our name meant in Spanish. She stirred crackling papas and said it meant Mexican. I asked her what was the worst thing that happened To her in the shortest period Of time. She looked at my stepfather's chair And told me to take out the garbage. That year I gained weight, lost weight, And lost more matches, nearly all by pins. I wore my arm in a sling when I got blood poisoning from a dirty fingernail. I liked that. I liked being hurt. I even went so far As limping, which I thought would attract girls.

One day at lunch the counselor called me to his office. I killed my sandwich in three bites. In his Office of unwashed coffee mugs, He asked what I wanted from life. I told him I wanted to be an archeologist, And if not that, then an oceanographer. I told him that I had these feelings I was Chinese, that I had lived before And was going to live again. He told me To get a drink of water and that by fifth period I would reconsider what I was saying. I studied some, dated once, ate the same sandwich Until it was spring in most of the trees That circled the campus, and wrestling was over. Then school was over. That summer I mowed lawns, Picked grapes, and rode my bike Up and down my block because it was good For heart and legs. The next year I took Driver's Ed. Coach was the teacher. He said, Don't be scared But you're going to see some punks Getting killed. If you're going to cry, Do it later. He turned on the projector, A funnel of silver light that showed motes of dust Then six seconds of car wreck from different angles. The narrator with a wrestler's haircut came on. His face was thick like a canned ham Sliding onto a platter. He held up a black tennis shoe. He said, The boy who wore this sneaker is dead. Two girls cried. Three boys laughed. Coach smiled and slapped the clipboard Against his leg, kind of hard. With one year of wresting behind me, I barely peeked but thought, Six seconds for the kid with the sneakers, Twelve seconds for Bloodworth to throw me on my back. Tough luck in half the time.

#poetry #Gary Soto #American poetry #wrestling #high school #adolescence #boys #juicy fruit #teenage stuff

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thursd4ys · 2 years

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listen.... if u haven’t read oranges by gary soto u NEED to stop what u are doing and read it......

#oranges #gary soto #love is so real #no because i am crying right now.......#my god.........#poem

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nevinslibrary · 1 year

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Totally Youthful Tuesday

Christmas Eve can sometimes be a day that becomes unique and special totally aside from Christmas Day. And, in this book, that seems to be the case. It’s a perfect Christmas Eve for Maria. She gets to help her mother and cousins to make Tamales. Except, when her Mom takes off her ring, Maria tries it on. Uh, and then she realizes much later that the ring is no longer on her thumb (one of the problem with thumb rings sometimes). Her cousins have her back though, and they come up with a plan to find the ring (a hilarious plan).

It was such a fun book, and the art. Oh, wow, the art was just amazing as well.

You may like this book If you Liked: Growing Up With Tamales by Gwendolyn Zepeda, May Your Life Be Deliciosa by Michael Genhart, or Carla and the Christmas Cornbread by Carla Hall

Too Many Tamales by Gary Soto

#totallyyouthfultueday #nmlRA #nevins memorial library #too many tamales #gary soto #ed martinez

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jurathegirl · 1 year

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Oranges - Gary Soto (1983)

The first time I walked

With a girl, I was twelve,

Cold, and weighted down

With two oranges in my jacket.

December. Frost cracking

Beneath my steps, my breath

Before me, then gone,

As I walked toward

Her house, the one whose

Porchlight burned yellow

Night and day, in any weather.

A dog barked at me, until

She came out pulling

At her gloves, face bright

With rouge. I smiled,

Touched her shoulder, and led

Her down the street, across

A used car lot and a line

Of newly planted trees,

Until we were breathing

Before a drug store. We

Entered, the tiny bell

Bringing a saleslady

Down a narrow aisle of goods.

I turned to the candies

Tiered like bleachers,

And asked what she wanted-

Light in her eyes, a smile

Starting at the corners

Of her mouth. I fingered

A nickel in my pocket,

And when she lifted a chocolate

That cost a dime,

I didn't say anything.

I took the nickel from

My pocket, then an orange,

And set them quietly on

The counter. When I looked up.

The lady's eyes met mine,

And held them, knowing

Very well what it was all

About.

Outside,

A few cars hissing past,

Fog hanging like old

Coats between the trees.

I took my girl's hand

In mine for two blocks,

Then released it to let

Her unwrap the chocolate.

I peeled my orange

That was so bright against

The gray of December

That, from some distance,

Someone might have thought

I was making a fire in my hands.

#poetry #oranges #gary soto #poem

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clemelntine · 1 year

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About me:

When I was young I got so sick I lost my appetite. My dad's friend came over with a net of clementines, I don't remember why. I loved clementines so I ate like 5, which was probably to much, but my mom allowed it because it was the only thing I would eat. That night I vomited orange. It came out of my nose and I cried because of how gross it was.

The next morning I had a clementine for breakfast.

#poetry #childhood nostalgia #<3poetry about citrus fruit<3 #kimya dawson #alessia di cesare #Gary Soto

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invincible-selfxmade-punk · 2 years

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I felt bad all day at work yesterday and then my after lunch class was horrible so I had to keep yelling at them to get quiet until I lost my voice.

I woke up in the middle of the night with my asthma acting up and all my limbs feeling like they weighed 100 lb each. I went ahead and called in sick.

I've only called in sick one other time this school year: that's when I had such a bad reaction to a Walmart face wipe that it looked like I had pink eye.

I slept from 5pm yesterday till 1 p.m. today. I am just now eating for the first time in 24 hours and will probably go right back to bed.

At first I was really afraid I had covid but I think it is just the stress from dealing with those awful kids.

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I've got two classes that you can not plan any kind of fun activities for or give them any leeway in anyway because they just walk all over you and act like idiots.

I had such weird dreams when I slept, weird even for me, I'm pretty sure I had fever.

I've dreamed about my niece twice this week. I miss her so much.

It is the end of the year and I have ordered a bunch of books for some of my favorite students.

It has become a tradition that at the end of the year I give books to the kids I sponsored in UIL.

But this year I didn't get to know my kids that well so I'm picking some kids from each class and they are getting either a book like Gary Soto or by Sandra Cisneros.

I had already bought two books for an ex-student that I adore but in looking for the Sandra Cisneros books I found a site that is so much cheaper than Amazon it is ridiculous and it still offers free shipping.

I was able to buy 8 copies for the price of three copies on Amazon so a lot more kids are going to be able to get some good books and I hope they love them as much as I did.

#teaching during a pandemic #teaching #sick day #sandra cisneros #gary soto #the house on mango street #baseball in april #books #books I 💚

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abookishidentity · 3 months

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Speaking of similar names...

I was trying to think of a book I read that I thought was by Gary Paulsen. The book I was thinking of was called Baseball in April and it was actually by Gary Soto.

Who knew there were two authors with the same name. Maybe it was Gary Soto that I read a lot of.

I have definitely read the book as I recognize the first story.

I know I have definitely read two other Gary Soto books as I recognize the covers.

#Gary Soto #Baseball in April #books #book thoughts

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russianded · 4 months

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Femme Soto

#gorebox #gary soto #gender bender #muscle

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theresabookreviews · 6 months

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#gary soto #mexican american culture #color pictures

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elizabethgrofskyramos · 1 year

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We read Gary Soto in the English classes I teach. When I saw that another English teacher had this book on her Amazon wish list, I decided to buy a copy.

It was a lot smaller than I thought it would be and a very fast read. I enjoyed it.