Tag Archives: The Poet

The Night Terrors

I can’t remember when it started, my deep plunges into the depths of depression. I think it involved from the time I graduated from high school through my first few years of college. I had a very difficult time falling … Continue reading

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Star Watch

In the Imperial Valley, my father, and I suppose many other people, stepped outside to enjoy the cooler evening air of a hot summer night. I was just a toddler but I remember. He would stand or sit on the … Continue reading

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March 5, 2010 by Joseph E. Najera

Sear reader: I am starting to put my writings together in book form. I have already posted some of them. Here is page 1.)  I am 62 years old now,  and I am drifting in and out of moments. I … 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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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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Las Golondrinas by Joseph Najera

Las Golondrinas   Winter comes upon us with a cold and lonely wind. It brings with a stab the lilac shadows night. The lowly mist spreads empty chills across the clear and purple night. Winter comes upon us with the … Continue reading

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1968 by Joseph Edward Najera

1968 I was searching for you ages ago   When the night wings flew by my window And the air felt cold.   I was looking for a piece of memory,  a remembrance of your face. Maybe if I ran across … Continue reading

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