Category Archives: Poetic interlude

The Golden Gate

“Daddy, what is that?” She asked. She was pointing to the island known as Alcatraz. They were mid-span about the waters and the gulls. “What is that?” She asked, this time pointing to the long gray structure known as the … Continue reading

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Morning Sickness

“Mama don’t go.” Melvin’s words were simple. They were brief but they rattled terribly in his mother’s ears long after. Even unto this day, those few words live long.   “I need you.” He said. His eyes had failed to … Continue reading

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Queen of the Night by Carlos and Joseph Najera

How excited you are! You have arrived at the age. You are a young lady now. It’s a magical age, Where everything is possible, And everything is beautiful, Where everything is joy and happiness, And tears are unknown, Where pain … Continue reading

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Sir Walter Raleigh in the Southern Sky

I stay up late and wake up early. The evening settles across the sky. It spreads out like a blanket, As I sit here by my screen.  I see the night fall, I see my father, when I was small … Continue reading

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Computers by Carlos Najera

I have had an empty feeling that I am slave to the computer . They are the things that keep me prisoner. these machines have no soul nor conscience. They are without a heart, these puppet masters of our modern … Continue reading

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The Blacksmithy Dawning by Joseph E Najera

I open myne eyes and break away fro’ some private dreamings An’ I let th’ coulde air fill me lungs and check th’ sky fo’ signs o’ weather. Alas, I let slip th’ quilt an’ feel the coldness dance upon … Continue reading

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Janet by Carlos Najera

(Dear reader, Janet is my father’s grand-niece. Her family helped take care of him as he lived out his years in Mexicali. It sounds like she is turning 15,  a cause to celebrate.) Janet How excited you are! You have arrived at … Continue reading

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