Posts tagged with the keyword: ‘Pasadena poets’

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Pasadena Sings to Me

Pasadena Sings to Me
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Pasadena sings to me white rose petals that float exalted, fragrant, light as breath from the spires of stone mansions falling past the sweeping arches of cursed Colorado Bridge fluttering soft and thick as doves on all the blessed fallen ghosts the holy wraiths that hum in the wild arroyo The necromantic city of physics, […]

Gerda at Louis Jane

Gerda at Louis Jane

Louise Wannier designs textiles in colors and patterns that reflect what she sees, what she captures in her photography, and even the patterns, stories, and emotional response to friends’ art. Her showroom is a testament to her artistic interests and her desire to help others exhibit their work, as well as to do something substantive […]

Fountain Avenue

Fountain Avenue

                Andalusia smells like saffron, stones, rosemary, and dirt. The gypsies reckon the devil lives in me and move to the other side of the square when I walk past. They make their living telling palm-carved fortunes. One binds your wrists, smiles square in your eyes, tell you […]

Color

Color

Red as my lips Red as my cheeks Kissed by you gently to help me to sleep Red as our blood Red as the wine Red as my eyes crying on a restless night Red as my dreams Red as my fears Red as the moon when the storm is near Red as my hair Red as my […]

Mothers Who Carry Their Own Water

Mothers Who Carry Their Own Water

When there is no well       land is parched mouth dusty       skin cracked bloody fingers plant       nourish thorn less roses that blush beauty lean into wind of change       find warmth in cold places refuse to stay stuck       lay down in assigned […]

The Golf Course

The Golf Course

To Michael, for beginning it all, for unanticipated salvation   Until I met you, the calla lilies in a vase of grass by an arthritic stone wall were nothing more than something beautiful. So the dog shadowing within a broken hinged gate, open, as, over there, two pigeons tromped at the mud before hurtling into […]

Mountain Glory

Mountain Glory

Light red look north picture perfect day mountains a touch away command a second look rocks fused by earth’s dance cracked sharp ridges finger smooth surfaces shadowy images play hide and seek peaks startle sky take it in light green drive along smile beauty hitch ride.   Copyright © Gerda Govine Ituarte Gerda will be […]

St. Nicholas of Tolentino Loses His Arms to His Cause

St. Nicholas of Tolentino Loses His Arms to His Cause

          By Linda Dove I am no longer rowing this boat. Oarless, I cheat death. I skim gloom. My arms go on working without me, just some old wood people expect to start fires. Can you lose the hope of your hands? Once, they broke bread, made the sign of the […]

Self-Portrait at 32

Self-Portrait at 32

              Whose isolation is lonelier than undisturbed snow. Whose loss can be deeper than a forgotten memory of loss. Whose church is a silence where a bowed head speaks to God. Whose fists bang against walls like words on deaf ears. Whose peace is hearing raindrops fall on a […]

You Rock Me Sonnenizio

You Rock Me Sonnenizio

            after Ingres’ Comtesse d’Haussonville   The face of all the world is changed, I think, each pleat and ruffle smoothed into eternity. I’m face- to-face with your icy blue threads. Your nape mirrored above the hearth gravels my sang-froid. Let’s face it, this triple façade of royal flesh stains […]

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