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1. Thank You God

धन्यवाद
हे प्रभु
इतना अपनापन दिया आपने
हमने आपको
आप नही “तू” का दिया सम्बोधन
धन्यवाद हे प्रभु
तुमने जो स्रष्टि रची
फल,फूल, पौधो का दिया
नायाब उपहार
धन्यवाद हे प्रभु
तेरे उस प्रतिबिम्ब के लिए
जो तूने धरा को दिया
“नारी” के रुप मे तूने
अपनी कमी को पूरा कर दिया
धन्यवाद हे नारी !!!
कभी मां कभी बहन
कभी सच्ची दोस्त बन कर
तो कभी विदा होती बेटी बन नम कर जाती नयन
साहसी है पर भावुक क्षणो मे कमजोर भी है
पर तू ताकत है इंसा की
क्योकि
प्रतिबिम्ब है तू उस अनंत अपार का
इसलिए
धन्यवाद,हे प्रभु तेरी इस अमूल्य सरंचना का
अमूल्य उपहार का …!!!

मोनिका

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2. ‘Dear Chief Keef’ Poetry Video Goes Viral

Do you enjoy hip hop music? Writer Kai Davis has crafted a message in the form of a poem for one rap artist; the piece is entitled “Dear Chief Keef.”

The Button Poetry YouTube channel posted a video (embedded above) featuring Davis’ performance at the 2015 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. Follow this link to listen to another one of Davis’ pieces.

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3. The Flight of Sons; a pantoum

This month my Poetry Sisters and I are working on writing Pantoums. Pantoums are an old form of poetry with four line stanzas, where the second and fourth line of each stanza is repeated as the first and third lines of the next stanza. They can be any length, and don't have a set rhyme scheme. The last stanza reapeats the third and first lines of the first as the second and fourth lines. The

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4. Michael J. Rosen: ‘Use volume and tone…’

Michael J. Rosen PortraitHappy National Poetry Month! All throughout April, we will interview poets about working in this digital age. Recently, we spoke with haiku specialist Michael J. Rosen.

Q: How did you publish your first book?
A: 50 Odd Jobs, sillier verses about unusual occupations, came out of my work as a visiting writer where I would prompt elementary students to start with something they didn’t know about, rather than just lazily ramble about something they knew. So they wrote from unfamiliar points of departure that required them to shift into gear, rather than just \"idle\": Imagine, Remember, Research, Puzzle, and so forth. The book sold in the mid-80s to a company that specialized in school book fairs. And this method of encouraging creativity—start with \"I don’t know…\" rather than \"Oh, I know!\"continues to be central to how I write and teach.

Q: Has the Internet changed the way you interact with readers?
A: Thirty-some years ago, when I first began publishing, writers hardly “interacted”—they were hardly seen! An especially interested reader might attend an event on a college campus; bookstores were just beginning to host authors. Aspiring writers met other writers at conferences and MFA programs—but there were only a few back then.

Some of the biggest names were certainly featured in interviews or stories that might coincide with a new book. But, I’d have to argue, at the start of my career, \"interacting\" with a writer meant sending a fan letter in care of the publisher. There was no social media. No Websites or Facebook fan sites. No giveaways on blogs and GoodReads. No book festivals. No audio books.

So it’s not just the Internet, but how we live—plugged in and commenting and rapidly, rabidly consuming media—that has changed everything. For better? For worse? The only point is to write books that are aware of this appetite, to create works that stand out—however briefly—on this reeling menu of options.

Q: What type of research process do you undergo for when you’re writing poems?
A: For my haiku practice, there’s rarely research; it’s mostly observation and revision. That said, for the three volumes published by Candlewick Press—including the just released The Maine Coon’s Haiku and Other Poems for Cat Lovers—I studied about the more unfamiliar felines because I tethered each poem to a different breed.

But many of my poems do involve the environment, earth science, and zoology, and I’d say that \"research\" for those poems is really the discovery of the poems themselves. It’s that closer study of almost anything—raccoon, wood duck, paw-paw tree, mourning cloak butterfly—that reveals the poetry itself…if, by poetry, we mean something that makes us gasp with awe at the everyday and the undervalued; that offers our emotions a chance to hone their edges dulled by overstimulation and haste; that surprises us into a vulnerability that can actually strengthen our resolve to be more empathic, aware, appreciative, hopeful.

Q: Do you have any tips for people who want to read and perform poetry in front of an audience?
A: Be loud enough, enunciate, read patiently, and also confidently so that your voices shows the audience what they can’t see on the page. Give a suggestion of how the lines break—poets start and end lines with intention. Use volume and tone and facial expression to reveal, not merely, recite, the poem. Some experience(s) prompted the poet to create the poem. The resulting language creates its own, different experience for someone reading the poem. Just so, reading aloud creates yet another experience—not just a repetition of words—for listeners.

Q: What advice can you share for aspiring poets?
A: Given that being published by a significant press isn’t a likelihood—and even that hardly ensures one’s livelihood—be certain that you can sustain the rewards of this art. How will you maintain the self-imposed discipline necessary to pursue a craft that’s difficult to monetize?

Q: What’s next for you?
A: Something entirely new for this fall. Illustrated with 24 watercolors by Stan Fellows, and designed with the look of a \"classic tale\"something that’s shared and treasured for generations—The Tale of Rescue, is the story of a working cattle dog who rescues a Florida family who has traveled to rural Ohio to experience a weekend of winter, and is caught in a blizzard.

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5. ‘The Knife That Carves’ Poetry Video Goes Viral

How do you handle painful situations? Poet Cassidy Foust explores this question with her poem “The Knife That Carves.”

The Button Poetry YouTube channel posted a video (embedded above) featuring Foust’s performance at the 2015 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. Follow this link to listen to another one of her pieces.

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6. Amber Tamblyn Performs Her Own Original Poem

In honor of National Poetry Month, we’ve dug up a video of actress Amber Tamblyn reading her original poem “Dear Demographic.” Throughout the performance, Tamblyn’s mother Bonnie plays the guitar.

The “Dear Demographic” piece can be found in Tamblyn’s 2009 collection, Bang Ditto. Harper Perennial released Tamblyn’s third poetry book, entitled Dark Sparkler, on April 7th.

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7. Poetry Friday: Dreaming Up

April is National Poetry Month! All month long we’ll be celebrating by posting some of our favorite poems for Poetry Friday. For our final Poetry Friday post, we chose a poem from Dreaming Up: A Celebration of Building, written and illustrated by Christy Hale.

One by one,

block by block,

plastic shapes

interlock.

 dreaming up

Yellow, red,

white, and black,

all connect

in a stack.

dreaming up 2
Habitat 67 in Montréal

 

Build a world

brick by brick.

Hold them close.

Hear the click.

What are you reading for National Poetry Month? Let us know in the comments!

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8. The Poetry Seven Attempt Sestinas

This month my poetry sisters and I are working on writing Sestinas. It's a very difficult form to get the knack for, partly because the end words are extremely restricted. Each of the six-line stanzas use the same words in a spiral repetition. The best sestinas, IMO, tell a story. My favorite one is this by Elizabeth Bishop. Kelly has a wonderful explanation with tips on how to write one here.

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9. "The Way It Is," by William Stafford

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.

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10. Poetry Performances to Kick Off National Poetry Month 2015

NPM15_ForSite_FINAL_FINALHappy National Poetry Month! To kick-off the celebration, we’ve compiled a list of five videos with poetry performances from Sarah Kay, Priyam Redican, Megan Falley, Doc Luben, and Jesse Parent.

We’ve embedded an image of the Academy of American Poets’ official poster to the side. It was designed by author and artist Roz Chast.

To listen to even more pieces, check out the Button Poetry YouTube channel’s “Best of Button” playlist. Who are your favorite poets?

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11. Joyce Sidman: ‘Collect luscious words.’

Joyce SidmanHappy National Poetry Month! All throughout April, we will interview poets about working in this digital age. Recently, we spoke with award-winning writer Joyce Sidman.

Q: How did you publish your first book?
A: My first book, Just Us Two, was published by Millbrook Press. I had been keeping an eye on the SCBWI newsletter Marketing section (back when it came on paper in the mail!) and noticed that Millbrook was looking for trade books with a curriculum tie-in. I’d been working on a book of poems about animal fathers, and it seem a good fit. Amy Shields, a Millbrook editor at the time, thought so, too!

Q: Has the Internet changed the way you interact with readers?
A: I interact nationally with teachers, librarians–even editors and agents–much more online than I would ever have had the opportunity to do in person. My Facebook page allows me to share upcoming publications, events, and ways my books have been used with young readers, as well as celebrate my colleagues’ work. Although it takes a great deal of time and is often a distraction, I see it as a positive thing.

Q: What type of research process do you undergo for when you’re writing poems?
A: I write frequently on science topics and research them thoroughly. My primary sources are books, and I supplement those with current journal articles. Sometimes I will contact scientists directly. Even for What the Heart Knows, which has nothing to do with science, I researched ways people have used invocation poems through history. I love research; it always adds to the depth of my work.

Q: Do you have any tips for people who want to read and perform poetry in front of an audience?
A: I believe poems need to be read aloud, to appreciate the music in them. Don’t rush your reading–make sure you speak clearly and slowly. Try to identify beforehand the most powerful language in the poem and linger over it in your reading. Practice until you really believe the words you are speaking.

Q: What advice can you share for aspiring poets?
A: Read lots of different kinds of poetry and see what inspires you. Avoid rhyme; until you can really master its use, it just ties up your meaning in knots. Collect luscious words. Notice sensory details and use them in your poems. Explore different ways of writing–like these poetry challenges on my website: http://www.joycesidman.com/teachers/poetry-ideas.

Q: What’s next for you?
A: My next book will be out in fall 2016; it’s a collaboration with Caldecott-Winner Beth Krommes called Before Morning. I wrote a poem about wishing for a snow day and she has spun it into a wonderful story set in an old-fashioned city. The art is breath-taking!

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12. ‘Everything Must Go’ Poetry Video Goes Viral

Can you put a price on a human being? Poet Alex Dang ponders on this question with his moving poem, “Everything Must Go.”

The Button Poetry YouTube channel posted a video (embedded above) featuring Dang’s performance at the February 2015 Soap Boxing Poetry Slam. Follow this link to listen to another one of Dang’s pieces.

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13. Poetry Friday: Family Garden

April is National Poetry Month! All month long we’ll be celebrating by posting some of our favorite poems for Poetry Friday. For our second Poetry Friday post, we chose Family Garden by Francisco Alarcón, illustrated by Paula Barragán from Poems to Dream Together/Poemas para soñar juntos.

poems to dream together

Family Garden

in the backyard/of our home/there is a garden

all in our family/do our part/in maintaining

Mamá loves/to plant and nip/flowery rosebushes

Abuelita keeps/her mint herbs/in a small pot

Papá really likes/to come out hose/in hand and water

the lemon tree/the squashes/and the tomatoes

that my sisters/would grow/every spring

my brothers and I/in turn weed out/and mow the lawn

all in our family/take time to tend/each other’s dreams

even our puppy/knows how/to grow bones

in this garden/the sun shines/green smiles

What poems is everyone else reading? Feel free to share in the comments section!

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14. ‘People You May Know’ Poetry Video Goes Viral

How do you react when you encounter an enemy? Poet Kevin Kantor explores this question with his poem “People You May Know.”

The Button Poetry YouTube channel posted a video (embedded above) featuring Kantor’s performance at the 2015 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. Follow this link to listen to another one of Kantor’s pieces.

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15. Poem- पहचान

पहचान

नन्हू की चाची
दिव्या की मौसी
गीता की ताई
नीरु की आंटी
जमुना की बाई जी
दीप की भाभी
लीना की देवरानी
रानो की जेठानी
सासू माँ की बहू रानी
माँ की मोना
पति की सुनती हो
रामू की बीबी जी
मणि की मम्मी
इन नामो से मेरी

पहचान कही गुम हो गई
एक दिन
आईने के आगे
खुद को जानने की कोशिश की
तो
मुस्कुरा दिया आईना
और बोला
मेरी नजरो मे ना तुम
चाची हो ना ताई
ना भाभी हो ना बाई
बस

तुम सिर्फ तुम हो
सादगी की मूरत
दयालुता की प्रतीक
प्रेम की देवी

ईश्वर का प्रतिबिम्ब
बस …
तभी से अपने पास
आईना रखने लगी हूं
ताकि पहचान धुंधलाने पर
उसके अक्स मे खुद को जान सकू
पहचान सकू….
कि मैं भी कुछ हूं
कि मैं भी कुछ हूं ….

 

 

 

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16. Poem- मां

सुखद अहसास है माँ
जिसमे रुई की सी कोमलता
शहद की सी मिठास
तेल की धार जैसा सतत बहता प्यार
लेकिन एक दिन
अचानक

मायने बदल गए
शादी के बाद
माँ के माँजी होते ही वो सुखद अहसास हवा हो गए
क्योकि उस “जी” मे छिपी थी

कठोरता, कडकपन और पराएपन की सी अनबुझी दीवार
यौवन पर था ईर्ष्र्या का ज्वार भाटा

वक्त बेवक्त कुछ तलाशती पैनी निगाहें
दिल मे मचा रही थी अजीब हलचल,
ऐसा क्यू होता है
सच
“जी” लगाते ही आखिर क्यो बदल जाते हैं मायने

क्यो खत्म हो जाता है अपनापन
मानो “ज़ी” की खडी हो गई हो इक दीवार
जिसमे ना कोई खिडकी ना ही रोशन दान

है तो बस घुटन ही घुटन
काश
हमेशा के लिए हट जाए “जी”
माँ माँ ही बनी रहे
“ज़ी” को जमीन निगल जाए
और माँ बरसात की पहली फुहार जैसे
सौंधी सौंधी महक लिए
तन मन को महका जाए

बस , माँ के दोनो ही रुप
अथाह स्नेह सागर बरसाए

क्योकि सुखद अहसास है माँ

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17. Poem- जी में आता है

जी मे आता है… (कविता)

जी मे आता है
ये बदल दू
वो बदल दूं
कुछ ऐसा लिखू
कि मच जाए हलचल
सुप्त समाज मे भर दूं नव चेतना
भर दू रंग इस बेरंग दुनिया मे
अंधियारी गलियो मे भर दूं नई रोशनी
फिर
अनायास ही ठिठक जाती हू
क्योकि
मैं भी उसी समाज का हिस्सा हूं
कौन देगा मौका
कौन सुनेगा बात
ना रुपया ना सिफारिश मेरे पास
मेरी कलम कैसे कह पाएगी अपने दिल की बात
फिर बैठे बैठे जी भर आया
अपनी लिखी कविता को फिर दिल से लगाया …

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18. Poem – इतवारी धूप

इतवारी धूप ( कविता)

रोजमर्रा की भाग दौड में
अक्सर धूप नजर नही आती

पर

मेरे घर का है एक कोना
जंहा से इतवारी धूप छ्न छ्न कर है आती
उस कोने मे

किरणे
अपने कणो से अठखेलियां है करती
रिझाती, उलझाती, सहलाती
और
अपनी तपिश से
नई स्फूर्ति जगाती

खिला खिला रहता है
सर्द इतवारी धूप से वो कोना
क्योकि
रोजमर्रा की भागदौड में
अक्सर वो नजर नही आता ….!!!

 

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19. Hank Green Performs His Own Original Poem

In honor of National Poetry Month, we’ve dug up a video of YouTube star Hank Green reciting his original poem, “Grab It By The Testicle.” The video embedded above has drawn over 400,000 views.

Green wrote this piece “for the college and high school graduates of the year 2011 (and future years as well…I believe it all applies).” Recently, Green received a request for a new poem during a Reddit A.M.A. session—what do you think?

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20. कविता- अच्छे लगते हैं

कविता … अच्छे लगते हैं
अच्छे लगते हैं
पीले पत्ते
सूखी टहनियां
अंधकार से धिरा आसमान
पथरीला रास्ता
कांटो भरी राह
अनुत्तरित प्रश्नो को तलाशती सूनी निगाह
इसलिए नही
कि हौसळे बुलंद हैं
जोश है कुछ कर दिखाने का या मन मे भरा है धैर्य, आत्मविश्वास
जुनून है, लग्न है कि जीतना ही है
नही
बल्कि इसलिए कि
मै हूं नारी
ईश्वर की अनमोल सरंचना
एक तोहफा
जन्मदात्री हू ना
इसलिए जानती हूं
कि
पीडा मे कितना सुख है
इसलिए तो तैयार हूं
अंगारो भरी राह पर खुद को समर्पित करने को
तभी तो

अच्छे लगते हैं
पीले पत्ते
सूखी टहनियां
अंधकार से धिरा आसमान ….!!!

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21. ‘Alone in a Bathroom’ Poetry Video Goes Viral

How do you deal with insecurities? Poet Beck Cooper explores this question with her poem “Alone in a Bathroom.”

The Button Poetry YouTube channel posted a video (embedded above) featuring Cooper’s performance at the 2015 Women of the World Poetry Slam. Follow this link to listen to another one of her pieces.

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22. January Blues…

I love January, but my sweet homeschool kiddos don’t seem to love it quite as much. Thus, a blues poem for my girls and all the students who wish they were still on  Christmas vacation…   School is in session Equations are flying Students are moaning Brain cells are frying Reading and painting Dividing and…

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23. Triolets

Happy New Year!  2015 is off to a great start already. Here is my brand new Poetry Journal for 2015. I need this journal because... It's time for the Poetry Seven to swing into action once again! This year we have set ourselves up to meet a huge challenge. We are going to work on a different poetry form every month, and post original poems on the last Friday of each month. I am excited

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24. QEPD Michele Serros. Floricantos Rock Rose and On-line.


My intent was to hook the preponderantly raza employees on reading, so I stocked lunchrooms with sci-fi, detective novels, a classic or two, and Michele Serros' Chicana Falsa. The most disappeared title was Michele Serros' Chicana Falsa.

One day while walking through an office I heard loud guffaws and poked my head in. One of the executives had picked up Chicana Falsa and couldn't put it down. He was reading instead of working. Michele's chicharrón story had him in tears. Better still, the vato had been one of the company's English-only crowd, and the book softened his heart. Orale, Michele.

Michele Serros had that effect on everyone whom she touched with her rapier wit, cultural insight, and elegant prose. Ave atque vale, Michele.

Que en paz descanses.



In lieu of flowers/gifts, Michele humbly requests you please contribute to her Give Forward campaign. Donations can be made online or sent via mail to:
Michele Serros
c/o Flacos
3031 Adeline St.
Berkeley, CA 94703


Art and Floricanto at Rock Rose
Michael Sedano

The phone caller told me she was looking at new-to-her lyrics to Quirino Mendoza y Cortés' Cielito Lindo and had I heard these? Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin planned to sing the song, along with Las Mañanitas, at the artists' reception for Images of La Virgen de Guadalupe through the eyes of Aparicio de Guatemala, Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin, Pola Lopez, Julie Soto, and Antonio Rael at Highland Park's Rock Rose Gallery.

Coincidence? That is my grandmother's and mother's favorite song. I'd been playing Cielito Lindo daily during the holidays, remembering my gramma and my mom. Vibiana invited me to be the accompanist on Rock Rose's baby grand.


I arrived tempranito so Vibi and I could rehearse. Gallerist Rosamaria Marquez had the piano in tune. We sounded good, though we needed a bit of work. As with many highly popular songs, gente tend to alter the tempo and shift the tied notes to different measures from the score. "De la sie..rra" becomes "De la sierra..." A lifetime of singing it that way is tough to unlearn.

Few experiences match a pianist's joy at hearing voices singing along with one's fingers. Cielito Lindo is a waltz, so I emphasized the 1-2-3 bass and endeavored to keep the melody consistent with the singers' habitual styling. The singing was totally beautiful and together we found our rhythm. Everyone knew the words and the entire audience joined in with broad smiles and sentimental warmth. We did three choruses and I know my gramma and mom enjoyed it. For me, it was puro magic.

Chamberlin--one of the veteranas from the 1973 Festival de Flor y Canto, emceed with excellent improvisation. We skipped Las Mañanitas, a good thing because my plan to segue into Happy Birthday to You depended on my fingers remembering a chord change I invariably mess up.


Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin reads and performs "La Llorona." Aparicio-Chamberlin opened her reading honoring her mother Isabel Luna Aparicio (b. 1917).

Luna De Leche
by Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin

Dedicated to my mother, Isabel Carrasco Luna Aparicio

Sacrificial scent of a bursting moon.
Violet and taut are the veins
on your forehead.
Abundant and clear is the liquid
released down your thighs.

From you,
I am expelled
in spasms of heat and ice,
a bruised slippery body.

I am alone.
Torn from your velvet womb.
My desperate mouth,
my tongue, my throat cry out.
Searching for you.
Mamá. Madre.
Luna de leche.

You give me comfort,
you give me courage.
Your gift is your milk.
Warm healing honey.

Each breast, a promise of a
brown wooden bowl of flour,
 shortening, un poquito de agua
and a pinch of salt,
for an endless meal
of warm round tortillas.

Mamá.
Mi luz.
Source of endless leche,
de su ser
Persimmons
Your blood
Mi sangre
Cada gota
Cada pulso

Suckle.
Sup.
Pleasure sweeps between us.
Sleep.
Stomach satiated.
Soul sanctified.


Miriam Quesada follows with a Spanish language piece as sculptor Aparicio de Guatemala looks on.



Abel Salas, publisher of Boyle Heights' community newspaper, Brooklyn & Boyle, shares a reading from his telephone screen.


John Martinez stepped out of his comfort zone and read his work in Spanish translation. His is a beautiful effort to expand the role of language in poetry for monolingual Chicanos like him. Ajua! John--Juan--for a magnificent strategy.




Poets with sculptor Aparicio de Guatemala stand in front of Aparicio's Guadalupe sculpture, one of two. The second, a standing piece not pictured, he fashioned from red heart wood, acquired locally from a tree-trimmer.

Images of La Virgen de Guadalupe through the eyes of... runs through January at Rock Rose Gallery, 4108 N Figueroa St, Los Angeles, California, (323) 635-9125.



Spanish Novels in English Translation


Hispabooks seeks deeper penetration into the United States' Spanish-Literature-in-Translation movimiento. Editorial Director Gregorio Doval writes, "Ya distribuimos desde hace más de un año a través de Ingram / Lightning Source (en librerías y online, paperback & ebook). Pero el próximo 1 de junio de 2015, nos comenzará a distribuir "on a larger scale" Consortium. Desde entonces nuestros libros estarán ya en todas las librerías que los deseen."

If you're Spanish-challenged, or faltando el Castellano, but enjoy excellent writing from an Iberian imagination, you'll be pleased learning Hispabooks has been distributed in the US by Ingram / Lightning Source. In June, distribution steps up to una escala más grande via Consortium.

From Hispabooks' Facebook About:
"Hispabooks is a publishing house focusing on contemporary Spanish fiction in English-language translation, both in eBook and trade paperback format, targeting readers around the world who want to explore the best of today’s Spanish literature."

Already released titles include:
"THE FAINT-HEARTED BOLSHEVIK", by Lorenzo Silva
"NOTHING EVER HAPPENS", by José Ovejero
"THE HAPPY CITY", by Elvira Navarro
"UPPSALA WOODS", by Álvaro Colomer
"THE HOTEL LIFE", by Javier Montes
"THE BIRTHDAY BUYER", by Adolfo García Ortega
"THE STEIN REPORT", by José Carlos Llop
"ANTÓN MALLICK WANTS TO BE HAPPY", by Nicolás Casariego
"PARIS", by Marcos Giralt Torrente
"RAIN OVER MADRID", by Andrés Barba
"A MAN ON HIS WORD", by Imma Monsó
"WOMAN IN DARKNESS", by Luisgé Martín
"THE HISTORY OF SILENCE", by Pedro Zarraluki

Forthcoming titles:
"THE PLIMSOL LINE", by Juan Gracia Armendáriz
"UNPAID DEBTS", by Antonio Jiménez Barca
"THE SAME CITY" by Luisgé Martín
"LA MALA MUERTE", by Fernando Royuela
"OJOS QUE NO VEN", by José Ángel González Sainz
"VENÍAN A BUSCARLO A ÉL", by Berta Vías Mahou
"LA HORA VIOLETA", by Sergio del Molino
"LA MALA LUZ", by Carlos Castán
"PADRES, HIJOS Y PRIMATES", by Jon Bilbao
"LANDEN", by Laia Fàbregas
"INTENTO DE ESCAPADA", by Miguel Ángel Hernández

La Bloga happily shares this news, and hopes the editorial will open its presses to more women writers.


On-line Floricanto: First in 2015
Kai Coggin, upfromsumdirt, Mario Angel Escobar, Odilia Galván Rodríguez, Xico González

La Bloga On-line Floricanto is a monthly feature at La Bloga-Tuesday. On-line Floricanto, now in its fifth year, features poetry nominated by the Moderators of the Facebook group Poets Responding to SB1070: Poetry of ResistanceFounded by Francisco X. Alarcón as a poet's response to the hate legislation spewed by Arizona's legislators in 2010, Poets Responding to SB1070 is a living resource for contemporary poetry from a diverse community of like-minded gente.

A second On-line Floricanto in January will feature the Best Poems of 2014.

February's On-line Floricanto celebrates St. Valentine's / Love and Friendship Day. Visit Poetry of Resistance on Facebook for guidelines on submitting for February.


“⌘ Planting An Acorn After A Massacre” by Kai Coggin
“An Open Letter To My Daddy Anem” by upfromsumdirt
"I can't breathe"by Mario Angel Escobar
“We Can't Breathe” by Odilia Galván Rodríguez
"Free Birds" by Xico González


⌘ Planting An Acorn After A Massacre
by Kai Coggin

When I heard the news
of the 132 school children massacred,
the taliban suicide bombers in
explosive-lined vests
blowing up the lights of brightened futures,
emptying thousands
of shell casings into the heads of innocents,
I went outside with my grief,
couldn’t hold it indoors,
I walked in circles
and wondered
how the sun
could continue this charade,
how the breeze could decorate
the almost barren trees
with dancing dried skirts,
quivering leaves.
I held the hands of the sky
and whispered unknown names
into the afternoon silence,
as two turkey vultures
cut the blue by
flying infinities overhead.

I walked.
Each step accompanied
by the sound of dried leaves
crunching underfoot,
and fallen acorns shone slick
in the light of the sun,
some dusted with grains of sand
that reflected prismatically
into the tiniest rainbows,
almost invisible.

I picked one up.
It had cracked open,
its red root arm reaching out for earth,
seed sprout seeing possibility,
the process of growth
inherent in its nature.

Without question and without fail
scores of acorns around me
had split open
in these cold months,
split open and started the process of
digging themselves down into the dirt,
the brilliant design that unlocks
wooden hinges and breaks free.

I thought of the children,
their arms reaching toward futures
that they could not see
but could feel,
their brilliant design,
their chubby reddened cheeks,
their laughter,
their learning becoming
scattered schoolbooks
and bomb-blasted classrooms,

they will not become trees,

they will not get past the point
of just barely breaking through,
red blood arms shielding faces
that wonder how this could be the end,
then it is,
was,
blackness,
ending.

The innocents should not die
for a God that does not live by the moral code
that innocents should not die.

I get lost in all this,
the soft breeze,
the blood,
the peaceful valley of my home,
the massacre that touches the same earth floor
dirt on which I stand and gather bursting-open acorns,
juxtaposition of death and life,
my red root fingers dig for the meaning,
for the karmic and cosmic balance,
and all I can do is find a patch of softened moist soil,
a spot that gets good sunlight,
and I shovel a small hole with a jagged flat rock
and lay the
acorn
inside
the hole
with the red root
pointing toward the planet’s core.

“Something small must have a chance,”

I say to myself,
and I cover the acorn with the supple
ground.

I encircle the life burial plot
with a mandala of 11 acorn caps,
(you know the little hats that acorns wear)
I make a circle,
because circles are unbroken,
because life should be unbroken,
because something small must have a chance.

I close my eyes,
and let the sun kiss me
until I am warmed inside
with the red of late afternoon,
until I see the mightiest oak tree in my mind,
132 sprawling green limbs
reaching up, up, up,
for
Heaven.



An Open Letter To My Daddy Anem
(a non-poem)
by upfromsumdirt

maaaan, i really wish yall'da made
a world for yall then and not one
for us today, because
all of our tomorrows are borrowed.
i really wish yall'da fought for land
(mississippi, georgia, florida, 'bama)
places to farm and fort and export...
placing Black America on an actual map,
an african american Writ Of Existence.
maaaaan, with a land your own
yall coulda built a car company,
"university" universities
without the need for culturally
enabling signifiers. coulda built
museums and rockets
and slums as low-end shelter
and not slums as black-face-hiders.
yall coulda built a wall
to stall the racists. a gall divider.
green parks and industrial dumps
all ours... maaaaan, but naawww...
oppression turnt us into pacifists
and dream-merchants with new
access to pension plans... but
no places for us to go in a pinch
when those with the most rights
are unruly.
point blank:
i wanna die a surprise
and not die the price
for equality
insufficiently funded.
maaaan, i recognize yall did yall's best
teaching us to trust a system
not built to embrace us. but
that was wrong.
and i dont want my own son
singing this samosong
in his letters to me.



I can't breathe
by Mario Angel Escobar

In memory of Eric Garner

Officer, officer,
My family is waiting for me.
Please listen to me.

I can't breathe!

Officer, officer,
I don't want to be another anonymous death
in the holocaust of indifference.

I can't breathe!

Officer, officer,
Don't let me fall on the sidewalk.
Dirty pavement where I've been since the days of slave patrol.
Ancestral language
stripped naked
in chains.

I can't breathe!

Officer, officer,
people will missed me at the dinner table.
I am lifeworthy.
Please listen to me.

I can't breathe!

Officer, officer,
The soul bleeds.
Please don't let darkness open its jaw.
Earthquake in my lungs.

I can't breathe!

Officer, officer,
Don't deny me of that precious oxygen.
This drum still beats strong.

I can't breathe!

Officer, officer,
don't dismiss my plight.
Don't erase my name.
You and I travel together
in this floating asteroid.
Please let me be.

I can't breathe!

Officer, officer,
Every time you see me,
you try to mess with me.
Please listen to me!

I can't breathe!



We Can't Breathe
(no justice, no peace)
by Odilia Galván Rodríguez

we witness

that without justice

there can be no peace

without justice

there can be no peace

no justice     no peace

when we must raise our children

to be murdered at anytime

on these mean streets

by those whom we pay to protect us --

there is no justice

no justice      no

PEACE



Free Birds
by Xico González C/S

Black birds
And
Brown birds
And
White birds
And
Yellow birds
And
Red birds
And
Multi colored birds
And
Rainbow colored birds
Fly together in rhythm
Yearning to be free

Pajaritos y pajaritas
Preparan nidos
Para protegerse de los elementos
Y de los golpes duros de la vida

Little birds
prepare nests
to protect themselves from the elements
and the hard knocks of life

Perseverancia
hace fuertes las plumas débiles
de nuestras alas y de nuestras almas
Volar es nuestro destino
Duro es el camino
pero se tiene que atravesar

Perseverance
transforms feathers of wings and souls
from weak to strong
Flying is our destiny
The trail is rough,
but it must be crossed

Pájaros de todos colores
No reconocen fronteras
Se mueven de aquí pa’allá y de allá pa’ aca

Birds of all colors
Do not recognize celestial borders
and move freely in the immense sky

Pájaros de todos colores
Piden libertad, respeto,
Igualdad y justicia social

Birds of all colors
Demand freedom, respect,
social justice, and equality.

Black birds
And
Brown birds
And
White birds
And
Yellow birds
And
Red birds
And
Multi colored birds
And
Rainbow colored birds
Fly together in rhythm
United and free.



• Meet the Poets • 
Kai Coggin, upfromsumdirt, Mario Angel Escobar, Odilia Galván Rodríguez, Xico González


Kai Coggin is a full-time poet and author born in Bangkok, Thailand, raised in Southwest Houston, and currently a blip in the three million acre Ouachita National Forest in Hot Springs, AR. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in Poetry and Creative Writing from Texas A&M University. She writes poems of feminism, love, spirituality, injustice, metaphysics, and beauty. Kai has been published in Elephant Journal, Cliterature, The Manila Envelope, [empath], Catching Calliope and an anthology released summer 2014 called Journey of the Heart.

She released her first chapbook, In Other Words, in August 2013. Her first full-length book of poetry PERISCOPE HEART was published by Swimming with Elephants Publications in September 2014. She is also a Teaching Artist with the Arkansas Arts Council, specializing in bringing poetry and creative writing to classrooms around the state.

Kai knows that words hold the potential to create monumental and global change, and she uses her words like a sword of Beauty. She can be found most Wednesdays at Maxine’s, reading her poems into an open mic, hoping the wind carries her words out to the world. Find more about her at her website.



upfromsumdirt is a visual artist and poet who operates under the grand delusion that he is the spiritual lovechild of singer Nina Simone and artist Pedro Bell. he shares his work and life with author and professor, Crystal Wilkinson. he lives in Lexington, Ky where he is currently running their bookstore, The Wild Fig, into the ground.
Eshu help him!



Mario A. Escobar (January 19, 1978-) is a US-Salvadoran writer and poet born in 1978. Although he considers himself first and foremost a poet, he is known as the founder and editor of Izote Press. Escobar is a faculty member in the Department of Foreign Languages at LA Mission College. Some of Escobar’s works include Al correr de la horas (Editorial Patria Perdida, 1999) Gritos Interiores (Cuzcatlan Press, 2005), La Nueva Tendencia (Cuzcatlan Press, 2005), Paciente 1980 (Orbis Press, 2012). His bilingual poetry appears in Theatre Under My Skin: Contemporary Salvadoran Poetry by Kalina Press.




Odilia Galván Rodríguez, eco-poet, writer, editor, and activist, is the author of four volumes of poetry, her latest, Red Earth Calling: ~cantos for the 21st Century~. She’s worked as an editor for Matrix Women's News Magazine, Community Mural's Magazine, and most recently at Tricontinental Magazine in Havana, Cuba. She facilitates creative writing workshops nationally and is a moderator of Poets Responding to SB 1070, and Love and Prayers for Fukushima, both Facebook pages dedicated to bringing attention to social justice issues that affect the lives and wellbeing of many people. Her poetry has appeared in numerous anthologies, and literary journals on and offline.



Xico González is an educator, artist, poet, and a political and cultural activista based in Sacramento, California. He received a MA in Spanish from Sacramento State, and a MFA in Art Studio from the University of California at Davis.  González currently teaches Spanish and Art Studio at the Met Sacramento High School.

The work of Xico González seeks to empower people uniting in common cause against a common oppressor disguised in different máscaras.  Gonzalez’s silkscreen posters address and support numerous political causes, such as the struggle for immigrants’ rights, the Palestinian and Zapatista struggles, and the right for Chicana/o self determination.  González is not only an artist, but is also an activist/organizer that puts his artistic skills to the benefit of his community.  Xico’s work contributes to the long dialogue of art, activism and the legacy of the Chicano Art Movement.  González has been influenced primarily by his mentors, Chicano artists Ricardo Favela (RIP), and Malaquías Montoya, and by early Chicano art collectives like the Mexican American Liberation Art Front (MALA-F), and the Rebel Chicano Art Front also known as the Royal Chicano Air Force (RCAF).


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At the start of the year my online group of poetry sisters decided to challenge ourselves with writing and posting poems all year with a different form for each month. January was triolets, and February has been all about Villanelles. I have to confess I have really struggled with this one! I had a story I wanted to tell about my young son and his first taste of hot peppers, but try as I

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