HERE ARE SOME NEW POEMS THAT HAVE YET TO BE PUBLISHED. SOME OF THESE WILL BE IN THE NEW BOOK COMING OUT ON  IN OCTOBER, 2019.

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 HERMANOS

Brothers,

Two boys who loved the same things,

Baseball in the jal,

Climbing the steep, shaled- sides of the mountains,

Getting drenched with water on the Dia de San Juan,

Walks on the canoas,

the catwalks that meandered throughout the gold town of their precious childhood.

Brothers,

Who never fought,

Hard workers, loyal friends.

Two boys who loved the same things.

Late night talks with old friends in the backyard,

Moments of sorrow contemplating why their mom gave them away,

Or

What their lives would have been like if they never had come to the other side.

Brothers,

Who learned English and shouted with joy as each of their

Children received their

College diplomas.

Two boys who loved the same things.

 

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 LA MINA

Single file,

Brave men trekked into the deep insides of the mountain

pregnant with silver

And gold.

For centuries when the Spanish first arrived,

La mina

Was home for thousands of men,

Like a city it spawned

New industries,

Electricians, machinists, welders, and dynamite operators,

And when tragedy struck

And a few lost their lives,

After the prayers,

Single file,

Brave men trekked back into the deep insides of the mountain.

Young boys knew their destiny

Would include hard hats, greasy handshakes, and courage tested daily

For the mine was like a mythological siren

Whose riches were held firmly, not free, but expecting payment for taking away

The ore that gave her power.

The shrill whistle called the change of hands and a new shift of brave men

Single file,

Trekked into the deep insides of the mountain. 

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 JINETE


The deep woods surrounding his village caused his

Imagination to stir,

Like Robin Hood, he would ride through the oak lined woods

Avoiding the King’s men who were sure to

Take him hostage,

And force him back to the mines,

He rode faster and faster

Over streams and ancient Tarahumara paths

That criss-crossed

The mountains like highways.

The deep woods surrounding his village caused his

Imagination to stir,

He was Pancho Villa avoiding Pershing and mocking the soldiers who

Searched in vain

For a man more ghostlike and legendary

Than

The Cisco Kid or Joaquin Murrieta.

He rode faster and faster

Like the Lone Ranger in a movie serial

Fraught with suspense

Riding deeper and deeper into the oak lined woods as far away

From the bowels of the mine as he sought

Refuge on Rocinante, Trigger, Siete Leguas,

Or whatever he imagined his horse was named.