Category Archives: Poetic interlude

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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Wednesday Evening Thursday Morning by Joseph Najera

[I graduated from San Jose State 1971.  It took me a year and a half to be admitted into the Education Program there.  Thanks to my wonderful parents I used that time to read.   I would read up to 18 … Continue reading

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1911

That night when I left my tears at the foot of the altar              of the old Mission, I felt the pain and the weariness and the drudgery of futility. Upon leaving the mission grounds I heard the breeze whispering softly                                       and felt the … Continue reading

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