Archive for the ‘Mexico’ Category
Joy Shopping in Nogales, Mexico — Image by kenne
You walk past the stalls,
shirts, saints, silver rings—
everything waiting to be chosen.
But it’s the shadows
that cling to you,
as if they know your name.
— kenne
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Selling Sun Products On The Playa del Carmen Beach — Image by kenne
Shades and lotion gleam,
Footprints trace the morning shore —
Sun hats on one head.
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Bikini Brital Party On The Beach (Playa del Carmen, Mexico)– Image by kenne
Bridesmaids laugh in light,
Tulle and bikinis in breeze —
Waves applaud the pose.
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Tulum Ruins — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Monuments:
the things that remain
to remind us of what we were
before we were without that
which prompts us to remember,
but here the monument is a thing
of air, a column like Gjehovah
in the Sinai, first flame then nothing
but smoke, dust and smoke.
The monument
in the mind is an emptiness
in the airwhere once
was flesh and blood,
concret and stell,
but only the emptiness
in the mind remains.
— from Monuments by Bryce Milligan
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A Pelican Conducting a Full Stop Forward (10/01/13) In Puerto Penasco, Mexico — Image by kenne
There are no “best ways.” There are only alternatives.
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A Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Image by kenne
Walking the shoreline
The sun brings another day
Peaceful and tranquil.
— kenne
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Sea of Cortez Sunset (02/11/16) — Image by kenne
3/12/86/ #3 I asked my dad why he didn’t worship Ricky Ricardo,
who was Latin, instead of Ward Cleaver who was white.
Because Ricky Ricardo is not Mexican. He’s Cuban.
But Ward Cleaver’s not Mexican.
No, but he’s not Cuban.
And that was that.
— from the Aztec love god by Tony Diaz
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Nogales Marketplace Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Handmade crafts in dark passageways
Damn me not I make a better fool
Just killing time, not looking to buy
In the tourists’ area of Nogales, Sonora
Where a horde of voices and unwed girls
Keep trying to get my attention as I
Think about a poem I will never write
Of delight that binds us from birth to death.
— kenne
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Shopping in Nogales — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A walk through the shops
You can find most anything
Very organic.
— kenne
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Audrey (July 2019) — Image by kenne
“Do stuff.
Be clenched, curious.
Not waiting for inspiration’s shove
or society’s kiss on your forehead.
Pay attention.
It’s all about paying attention.
Attention is vitality.
It connects you with others.
It makes you eager. stay eager.”
― Susan Sontag
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Puerto Penasco Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Earth
We walk on
an unsilvered
mirror,
a crystal surface
without clouds.
If lilies would grow
backwards,
if roses would grow
backwards,
if all those roots
could see the stars
and the dead not close
their eyes,
we would become like swans.
— Federico García Lorca
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Ensenada Bay Sunset (01/07/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sea,
once it casts its spell,
holds one in its net forever.
— Jacques Cousteau
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“Death” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
His eyes did not close
When he saw the horns near,
But the terrible mothers
Lifted their heads.
And across the ranches
Went a breath of secret voices
By which the herdsmen of the pallid mist
Called to their heavenly bulls.
— from Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias by Federico García Lorca
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Great Tail Grackle (Playa del Carman) — Image by kenne
The grackle’s voice is less than mellow,
His heart is black, his eye is yellow,
He bullies more attractive birds
With hoodlum deeds and vulgar words,
And should a human interfere,
Attacks that human in the rear.
I cannot help but deem the grackle
An ornithological debacle.
— Ogden Nash
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Common Mellana — Image by kenne
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