Golden Age
I sometimes picture the ink
flowing from the books
thrown into the Tigris
by Hulegu Khan‘s army.
You never know it’s a golden age
'til it’s over.
Frames
If I open a shutter for a day,
people disappear.
In baobab time,
Buildings vanish.
But consider the rock.
If you are a rock, there are only other rocks.
Forever.
Tortillas con azúcar
My abuelita
made me sugar tortillas
and hot chocolate
every morning.
She and my abuelito
would joke about death
and about the conversations they would have on the other side.
She would say,
“Every day is the end of the world for somebody."
2 comments
I found this post via: https://asitoughttobe.wordpress.com/2013/08/03/saturday-poetry-series-presents-raul-gutierrez/. Do you have your collected poetry anywhere? I'd love to read more!
I’ve never collected these anywhere, though lately I’ve been thinking of going through lots of old notebooks and pulling them together into something coherent.
I have been experimenting with kids books recently cycling them up on funbrain.com as it’s a good way to see if they hit.
So far 3 Stories About Rocks (https://www.funbrain.com/books/3-stories-about-rocks/page/1) has been quite popular as have A Book of Once Upon a Times (https://www.funbrain.com/books/once_upon_a_time/page/1) and ABC Robot (https://www.funbrain.com/books/ABC-Robot/page/1). Collectively kids have read them more than half a million times. The last two are under the name Mr. Zero.