Tag Archives: Grieving

The Little Flower by Carlos Najera

August 24, 1935 was the day our first born daughter came into this world. That’s her on the left Margaret Christina. That’s not what I called her. To me she was the beautiful little flower and I called her that, … Continue reading

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Alice by Carlos Najera

Diphtheria is a bacterial infection often affecting the membranes of your nose and throat. Symptoms include a sore throat, fever, nosebleeds, swollen glands on the throat, and weakness. The telling symptom is a sheet of thick, gray material covering the … Continue reading

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Don Carlos and the Backhoe Loader by Joseph Edward Najera

the cars                                                                                                                                                       with lights shining bright                                                                                                                       move slowly in line,                                                                                                                            straight and almost endless.                                                                                                                                               faces dark                                                                                                                                                   with sadness,                                                                                                                                                  suits and dresses  black                                                                                                                                                                     as the shadows of night,                                                                                                                                                           eyes glisten,                                                                                                                                                    heads bent,                                                                                                                                         bloodshot eyes                                                                                                                                        watch as the … Continue reading

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Monsoon Highway by Carlos Najera

I was here all alone at my place in Mexicali, trying to write an essay, when Olga and her girls and their kids came over with a cake and a gallon of Ice Cream. They sang the Happy Birthday song … Continue reading

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The Homecoming by Carlos Najera

After being away for forty years I have returned to Oxnard, to the town of my childhood. In 1918, when I was a boy in school I would awaken very early and listen to the lonesome sounds of the train … Continue reading

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A Remembrance of Eugene Martinez by Jose Eduardo Najera de Ledesma

  I remember November And the day, and the cold fog clinging to my cheeks. It was the day the black cars were waiting With their headlights glowing, The day the people were treading slowly From the white and silent … Continue reading

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