Golden Poem

A new poem of mine is up in the latest issue of Literary Orphans. The poem is called "Golden Day." It's a short one, so I hope people take a minute to check it out and give it a read.

This latest issue of Literary Orphans is the Ingrid issue, after Ingrid Bergman. So I submitted a poem that was partly inspired by Bergman's great performance in the classic wartime love story, Casablanca. If you've never seen Casablanca, well...what's wrong with you? Here are a few scenes to give you an idea of the movie's complex and honest emotion:

The other inspiration for the poem was some extraordinary footage and photography of Serengeti lions released by National Geographic about a year ago--and with which I've been obsessed ever since. One of the snippets of video is titled Golden Day, and it's my favorite. I've watched it over and over, fascinated by the sense of timelessness and heaven on earth it presents. I suppose Serengeti lions and classic black-and-white movies make for a strange mix to inspire one poem--but what can I say? The mind is a wonder.

Photo credit: National Geographic

Whatever you think of my poem and my ideas, though, please check out Literary Orphans' Ingrid issue. There's loads of beautiful work on offer. I recommend reading Will Viharos' note on Ingrid Bergman as a starter. This is the second time I've had the honor of being published by Literary Orphans. All my thanks to LO's editors and founders, Mike Joyce and Scott Waldyn, for their support.

Where The Flowers Grow In Mexico

 

 

These pics are from a place in Mexico called Xochimilco.The pictures were taken in February 2010, when I was taking a 2-week course in the city of Cuernavaca. Xochimilco is a place outside Mexico City and an ancient place, built long before Columbus ever came to "the New World" and changed it forever and for better or for worse. Xochimilco means "where the flowers grow" in Aztec. Long ago, the indigenous people of the area built floating gardens out of rafts piled with mud and branches that took root in the bottom of a large lake. They called these floating gardens or little islands chinampas. They grew flowers and crops on them and shipped them via canals to Mexico City. Over the centuries most of these canals and chinampas have disappeared, victims of urbanization. But some remain, and both tourists and locals from Mexico City like to visit them, cruising them on beautiful, colorful, gondola-like boats called trajineras that are given women's names and painted with flowers. The trajineras are steered by men with long poles who push them up and down the canals as riders drink beers and soft drinks and greet the other boats traveling by. Mariachi and maramba bands hop from boat to boat to perform a few songs for riders, and small children and old men and women drift along on small rafts selling flowers, tacos, tortillas, sweets, and chiclets and offering to take photographs of riders with ponchos, sombreros, and flowers.

Xochimilco, like much of Mexico, is a magical place. Anyone expecting a tourist trap will be pleasantly surprised. You never know who might drift by you on the water at Xochimilco--families, wedding parties, teenage lovers kissing passionately on the floor of their hired gondola, old lovers re-creating the scene of a first date, drunken revelers, picnickers, tour groups, Americans, Mexicans, Mexican-Americans, photographers, flower sellers, magazine and newspaper merchants, musicians, singers, animal handlers, romantics, cynics, maybe even the ghost of the great artist Frida Kahlo.

Frida Kahlo at Xochimilco in 1937. Photo by Fritz Henle

All this is to say, I went to Mexico for 2 weeks and loved it. Loved it. The colors, the smells, the sounds, the people--everything impressed me. I visited Xochimilco with my classmates and instructors. We had a great time. Someday I will go back. I will buy some flowers and let my hand touch the waters of ancient Xochimilco. 

Just About A Year Ago

This picture was taken about a year ago, September 2013, on the Dingle Peninsula in County Kerry, Ireland. It was on the women's tour I led for my old travel company. We'd been lucking out with the weather on the tour, but it was especially important that we have a good day for the full day we were to spend touring the Dingle Peninsula. And we got it. These two ladies were both from Seattle. Carol and Kathy. One is Japanese American, born and raised in Hawaii. The other is Native American, born and raised on a reservation in Washington state. They were great travelers and a lot of fun. Neither had been to Ireland before, and one of them had never been out of the U.S. I'm glad they had a beautiful day to spend in Kerry.