Joys
Joys of NYC living include
watching a cockroach
climb all of its six legs
all over the bristles
of your toothbrush
wondering if it was
first time.
Tag: New York City
Thursday
Gentle sound of rain
Seven seconds of thunder
Lightning painted sky
Dyckman
Last sparks of summer
Singing Spanish serenades
Sunday Sidewalk stroll
Thursday
Under the sun’s haze
Two showers needed today
Waterfall sweating
Poetry performance
Hello everyone,
You can check out my performance yesterday at Word Up bookstore for the Bottoms Up Social open mic. Copies of my book are available for purchase now at Word Up bookstore
Poetry Book Review
Hello fellow bloggers,
I’d like to take a small departure from my regular poetry writing and review my friend Kevin Marquez’s book “Towards the Question Mark” available on Amazon.com
Towards the Question Mark provides a poetic insight as to what it is like growing up in New York City. The poetic narrator takes the reader on a journey through family strife, of loves born and lost. As a reader, you find yourself rooting this poetic narrator on. Kevin uses a variety of poetic forms to convey different aspects of a native New Yorker’s life.
There are some academics that question the legitimacy of Spanglish in literary works, Kevin’s use of Spanglish ,however, in selected poems represent the voice of this generation of Latino writers. I invite you all to join this writer’s journey. It provides a window to one man’s trial and tribulations with the Big Apple as the setting.
Use the link below to purchase a copy.
http://tinyurl.com/towardsthequestionmark
Happy reading and writing everyone!
Book reading
Hello everyone! If you are in the NYC metro area I invite you to attend my event. I will have copies of my book, “A Hike of the Self.” I hope to meet some of you there!
Performance
Hello everyone,
Click below to watch a clip of one of my latest performances for the Bottoms Up Social open mic in New York City at Word Up book shop
Happy writing!
The Cathedral
Take me to where
the Sultan of Swat
was king,
where 1918 chants
still echo.
A place that pulsated history
Legends were palpable
Take me to where
Gehrig stood on a mound
and said, “Today
I consider myself the luckiest
man on Earth.”
where a Captain
oh my Captain
was declared Mr. November.
Baseball’s Bronx Bombers
the 4 train ride
previewed the inside.
The bleacher seats
were comfortable
and congregation place
for creatures.
Families and friends
united
for America’s past time
Stadium traded in
for a plastic
second wife
Now demolished
but through
bittersweet memories
has life.
Central Park
Secluded walk way
Moonlight, hearts guiding our path
Fingers intertwined
Yesenia Guerra 