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How I Write Poems

August 24, 2012

How I Write Poems

There are many books and essays on how poems are made, Rilke’s How Poems Happen, how I write, or like George Orwell’s Why I Write...

In as much as, I want to gather all the fibers that have been woven and thread them together at this time, I will share how I weave my own, as taught, as read, as practiced, and with all due respect to my professors and other writers and poets.

When I was an MFA student, I was a mother who wanted more than 24 hours of a day to get closest to the life I lived. That ranges from the 20th century (December 1, 1901 – December 31, 2000) and the 21th century (January 1, 2001 – December 31, 2100) now, where I will end.

I must admit, I was chipped before the boom of technology. From the magnetic tapes on checks and tickets, I evolved with internet cards and got promoted with servers today. That was how I lived.

Everyday, I was a witness as to how technology evolved from big mobile phones, car phones, antique phonograph and ste…

Watching Kingdom of Heaven, I Remember

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Watching Kingdom of Heaven, I Remember

By Rosalinda Flores-Martinez

I remember Jerusalem as the home of Christ. Christ is born in Bethlehem. He is crucified on the Hill of Calvary (now the altar of crucifixion), is buried in Golgotha (a place of skull), and on the third day, he arose again.

I remember Jerusalem in the Basilica of the Holy Sepulcher, I am a Christian.

I honor the Wailing Wall (Western Wall) of the Jews. I weep in the wailing walls, the city of David, where Solomon built the temple. I mourn with them.

In Jerusalem, a mosque stands over the spot from which Mohammed is said to have ascended to heaven. Abraham is said to have prepared to sacrifice Isaac on the same spot. I believe the Dome of the Rock.

Hence, I remember Jerusalem, a place of prayer for all faiths.

It is comforting to know that God has no favorites and his love for all manifests in the everyday conquest of our hearts and life journey. God, above all, strengthens us …

Embrace By New Time by Andrzey Jawien

Embraced By New Time

Translated from the Polish by Jerzy Peterkiewicz

By Karol Wojtyla /Andrzey Jawien

My depths are seen into, I am seen through and through.

Open to sight I rise, in that vision gently submerge.

For a long time nobody knew of this;

I told no one the expression of your eyes.

How attentive your stillness: it will always be part of me.

I lift myself towards it, will one day grow so used to it

that I will stand still, transparent as water vanishing

into a dry riverbed – though my body will remain.

Your disciples will come, and hear that my heartbeat has


My life will no longer be weighed deep in my blood,

the road will no longer slip away from my weary steps,

New time now shines in my fading eyes:

it will consume me, and dwell with my heart.

And all shall be full at the last, and left for thought’s


I will open out my song and know its smallest sound,

I will open out my song intent on the whole of your life,

my song possessed by the Event so simple and c…