Sunflower — Grunge Art by kenne
Sunflower
Night
has educated me
in the learned
profession
of light.
— Lucha Corpi
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Night
Sabino Creek — Ash From The Bighorn Fire 1 comment
Sabino Creek — Ash From The Bighorn Fire — Image by kenne
It happens that I get tired
of revolutionary cafes
and peacock poets
of narcissistic reflexives
and the songs of the deaf.
It happens that I am terrified
by this hardened generation
that rushes out in search of absolutes
fashions names and blasphemies,
doctrinizes on the pros and cons
of armed struggle,
and meditates, with a beer in its hand
and a sour cry on its lips
on the cadavers of others
Who are we?
Those same parishioners perhaps
who come and go indifferent
along the streets
on the Day of the Dead
with our hands full
of death’s-head cakes
and our hearts in ashes.
— from Day of the Dead In June by Lucha Corpi
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Rainy Morning in Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Rain
Sybilline heiress
Droplight
Lightning water
air prison
heart sugarcane
Song crystal
word song
a promise
a lie
in drops of sand
hidden.
— Lucha Corpi
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El Rapido Wall Poster — Image by kenne
Mexico
I parted
like a note divided
in search of itself.
I looked
in the colors of night
for day’s shadows.
I hunted
rivers lights
in old dreams.
Double essence so closely bound
tightrope of my natural order.
Mexico.
Sometimes I think of you
on afternoons like this
An old distress comes over me.
Serch for paths of earth
at the edge of the depth.
On warm banks
blue-feathered herons
cultivate red pearls.
There is no time for weeping
if you are to live in me.
Memories were never
the liquid measure of love.
— Lucha Corpi
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Blue Door — Image by kenne
Keeping still
is walking down over the dunes
when all my lips
would be boats
carried into port
by your body
beneath the benediction
of a day trembling
orange dahlias
above the pavement
in the alleys
in the doorways
in all the windows
where someone
is following the rhythm
yellow dark
dark yellow
of the birds
toward the river.
— Lucha Corpi
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“Trotting Around The Arena” — Computer Art by kenne
Passion Without a Name
I unfolded my fear
and watched
the unbridled horse of your love.
I wanted his mane
to shine with
hidden fireflies,
Your hands to close around my body,
untie the blind knot
of the sleeping storm.
Yet the horse did not arrive
with its shining mane
nor the touch of your hand,
nor you, my love.
And my body became
very quiet, centered
in the vestal robe
of the hurricane.
— Lucha Corpi
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