| I FOUND KINDNESS IN EUGENE | PART 1 & 2 On December 28th, 2012 I was invited by Marsha Barr of Story Catchers to have a conversation/interview about who I am, what I do, and why I live in this beautiful city of Eugene, Oregon. Here is a recording of my memorable conversation/interview with [...]
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I wanted to share with you a poem that someone wrote to me. Also shared is a poem in response. I’m so happy for the amazing support from fellow poets and writers. Thank you. This is true poetry advocacy. I’m thankful and humbled. EARLY SUMMER FRUIT for Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua he says he wants a [...]
A poem in celebration of a poetry reading with Bette Lynch Husted and Jana Zvibleman for the Oregon Poetry Association Eugene/Springfield Chapter and Springfield Public Library – Poetry Reading Series. Date: 23 October 2012 Please click on the image below to view the poem. 00
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXm_NZDE_HE?rel=0&w=640&h=360] A poem written in celebration of tonight’s reading at the Springfield Public Library. Thank you Nancy Carol Moody and Sharon Munson for making way for my poems to be shared to a wider audience. 00
(1) A box of crayola – minus the black and white.
(2) An extra crayola box (cause I didn’t like to share)
(5) A small vial of iron filings
(6) Extra socks (why?)
(7) String (Again, why?)
This was according to my caregiver growing up. I visited her in Iloilo, Philippines. Mila is now in her late 80′s, ailing, but still remembers the contents of that bag. Amazing!
Hi friends. Come if you can. 00
Saturday afternoon was spent going through Lane Literary Guild’s membership lists and receipts. Poetry advocates do not tire easily!!! 00
Pressed Leaf You point to the great catalpa and say, Its leaves don’t just fall, they are offered. The process of giving takes a year, sometimes a whole lifetime. An unmarried botanist can tell you why. She may even offer you lapsang souchong, the most quiet of teas. Examine how unnatural flattened things are, it [...]
| LEFT OVER | Three poems for the back of your throat. Hope Abbey, Owl Blood, and Mudra (c) 2012 Sitstill Press 00
Last night I thought of you and me, italicized. Last night I found the color yellow in your shirt pocket. Last night I touched my nose to the mirror, and inhaled the serifs out of your name. (c) Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua 00
Clear is the sound of ripple, is the spun web waiting, is the stem flattened to make sense of a flower. © Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua 00
COUNTRyDICCIÓN – Two poems w/Spanish translations. Let me know if you would like a copy. email@example.com Cost: $5.00. Thank you everyone who came out to the reading yesterday afternoon at Tsunami Books. It was a blast. 00
“So much needs to be said about the polyester in your words.” A line from a writing prompt this morning with Janet Bernstein and Joy Mcdowell [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdH2GBeMPrQ?rel=0&w=830&h=480] 00
Thank you so much to the Eugene-Springfield Chapter of the Oregon Poets Association for inviting me to read in October!
This news gave me some good tasting teardrops. Thank you, thank you!
October 23, 2012, 7PM I’ll be reading with two other poets.
Here is the first paragraph of the invitation: