Join us this Sunday for Poetry Sonidos at Castelli Art Space this Sunday March 11 from 5pm to 8pm for readings from Peter J. Harris, Andrea Gutierrez, Claudia D. Hernández, Luis Antonio Pichardo and Ryan Scott Nance (me), all hosted by Yago Cura of Hinchas de Poesía as part of Gus Harper's Sojourner's Art exhibit.
by Peter J. Harris
from a prompt by Beth Marquez
The forecast calls for pain
inches from goodbye
squatting Arroyo Seco boulders
tortured foreheads tilted in
a kiss could resurrect me
heal my palsied mouth
hold off epic flood already
misting my view of receding
horizon in her beloved face
keepsake face of so many
nights my name a guitar solo
of pleasure & satisfaction
her name in wailing gratitude
beyond any lyrics I've ever sung
keepsake flood plain
we've skipped across these same boulders
sculpted by galloping waters in rainy seasons
of confessions & sensuality
namesake flood plain
sitting in for all places we've hiked
while savoring touch on narrow pathways
unraveling esoteric conversations sensing family in the wind
daring to glimpse our future on a sunset's horizon
forecast calls for pain
a momentum in opposite directions
a locomotion of unstoppable emptiness
not to sip nor to soften earth
we could muddy & smear on our forgiveness in a ritual of reunion
her mouth a pool of salvation
if we weren't drowning in this final telling
inflamed in our dreaded knowing
hunger too exhausted to wait for rain
On Saturday, March 7th, 2015 at 7 PM, Gus Harper Art (11306 Venice Blvd, Los Angeles, Ca. 90066) + HINCHAS (www.hinchasdepoesia.com) would like to invite you to a poetry event.
In response to the growing police-committed violence against black men in particular, nearly 2,000 people marched peacefully along Hollywood Boulevard in Hollywood, with the LAPD closing traffic to make way for the March. These are my photos from the March.
This Friday, July 11th, I'll be reading alongside some of the most dynamic poets in Los Angeles for the last of the Copa Poética series, looking to capture some of the spirit and energy of the World Cup in words.
For the series, I've been writing a new form I am calling the XI (and 11-lined poem).
The most recent post over on Manipulated Bestiary (my poem a week for a year book project) is a tribute to Miroslav Klose, the player with the most World Cup goals in history who will be playing this Sunday in the finals.
XI: Klose - Die Mannschaft
The years swim back to you, brightening
your implacable wisdom with strength
Do you not stand at the edge of the sky
with your nervous arms extended invoking a personal
God to breathe a wind into your empty heart
like the rest of us? Exchanging your being with
the terrible angels wheeling overhead one exhaled breath
at a time? The winds gnaw at your face
the time you move through is the time of monument
and story, grain for grain exchanging marble for stone
we outlive our own lives in your softening cheek.