
on being named Person of the Year 2010.
Sharing info on navigating the land of writing, publishing. Its joys & pains. And a segment on HEALTH TIPS THAT WORK 4 ME, it might surprise U. Might save u money. Might ease an ache. Might make more beautiful. Mightl....Well, ck it out!
I read beautiful words on FB about, Spirituality being nothing unless we are good to each other while we r children of the living race, & it reminded me 2 ask all, pls help. Pls help, ANCHOR CHILDREN, & CHILDREN of the NIGHT, through any organization of Ur choice.
Meantime ck these links 2 get informed:
http://anchorchildrensministry.blog/
http://www.childrenofthenight.org
THNK U!
San Francisco Main Library
1:00-4:30pm
GROVE @ MARKET
BAY AREA POETS COALITION
Special event in the HISPANO-LATINO ROOM
Join us 4 dinner after event @ restaurant within
walking distance of library.
I will b reading my Love Poems, just 4 U.
NEXT: Will review 4 U, ADIOS HEMINGWAY.
ON MY MIND: To answr Avotcja––B.A. band leader,musician,KPOO DJ. She askd us on FB, WHAT CONNECTS YOU TO YOUR MUSE?
Connects me 2 my muses. Yes, plural, there is many of them. & always different ones, r their voices in my head, there is where they live. & they talk & talk & talk, telling me 2 write. What 2 write. Until I start & I write, & I write, & I write the short stories, the poems. But 1 time they wouldn't stop, kept talkng on & on, I kept writng, had no choice. & that's how 1 short story turned into my novel, AS TIME GOES BY.
NEXT: Q6)What if I borrow an idea? A) No. Be honest. 2 write Ur own story always works.
NEXT: Will ans Q # 5. What? OK OK will try 2 ans Q # 5.
COMPLAINT:
'Cause I e-m & phoned iUniverse for a year & a half, in May '09 was the one & last time iUniverse send me a ck, $41.34 for royalties on my bk AS TIME GOES BY, published '05. Nothing since, even thou I showed them, it is promoted all over the Internet in soft cover & e-book in several languages. And that searching the Internet I find dozens of complaints like mine. How many $ is iUniverse withholding?
PORTRAIT OF A COUPLE
I see them dancing. Where did they go wrong?
Was it because they turned too quickly?
Was it because they danced too fast?~
She learned though. And survived him by not dwelling on the past.
And when the memories kept intruding, the years of hunger,
recriminations, the hatred. Yes, the hatred. The hope. Yes, the hope.
The love. Yes, the love. She thought only of the dancing they did
in those years before he made his last journey. Before he went
into that last number. Before he took his last step.
She's sure he knew. She's sure he remembered too,
many times, years later, El Mambo Perez Prado Aaaaaaaaaccc.
The Cha Cha Cha Ay! que rico Cha Cha Cha.
They danced it in that Bar Lounge in San Francisco.
A Peruvian band was in San Francisco, friends called to tell them.
They got a baby sitter. Changed, The Little Black Dress.
for her with the white buttons. The opened shirt for him
with slacks and sport jacket. Put gas in the car. An extra dollar,
it went far then. And they were off. And danced. And he played the
maracas and the palitos He was good at it all.
And the women warming the plastic covers looked up begging him
with their eyes to dance with them. He obliged. Ever the dancer,
ever the charmer. And when he walked them back to their
plastic cover seats they were all aglow. Rouged cheeks all the
more prominent, and lips as moist as the behinds they sat on.
He was also a body builder when body building hadn't even been invented.
So good, at so many things. Why wasn't in him then, to be a husband,
a father? Was it because his own hunger knawing at him was more
powerful than his children's? And had to be fed, every moment of every day.
So he couldn't feed anyone else morally, emotionally, physically?
There is no going back now. I see you as you were then.
The young, much too young, good looking couple full of promises.
I see them dancing. Where did they go wrong?
Was it because they turned too quickly?
Was it because they danced too fast?
SUMMER BEAUTY
all a woman needs is a touch
of the sun on her cheeks to
make them rosy.
On a beautiful summer day
all she needs is the breeze
caressing her hair to create
tendrils that fall over her
forehead on the side of her face
and emphasize her cheekbones.
On a beautiful summer day
all she needs is the chicness of
her own fashion to create the
magic that spreads all over her
lover's life. Changes him makes
him ready for the night.
When the night comes in full moon’s
rays in silver cloak wrapped in musical
notes high in crescendo low in
prelude they dance and twirl and bend
and turn and oh! the pleasure under
the full moon its rays penetrating them
following them chasing them shining on
them one minute the next hiding them till
morning is come in a beautiful summer day.
Camincha lives in Pacifica California. The San Francisco Bay Guardian, says: “Camincha frames the ordinary in a way that makes it extraordinary, and that is real talent.”
HEALTH TIPS THAT WORK 4 ME: Soccer. Final days, keeps my heart pumping.
Spain, World Champion? Of course.
Highly recmnd readng, Why Does E=MC2 & Why Should We Care? by Brian Cox & Jeff Forshaw. Delightfl 4 me 'cause the passion which it’s written emanatng from the pgs. The authors earnest 2 make it easy 4 readers 2 understand what they are trying to convey. Regardls, it did sent me 2 researchng, Pythagoras? Oh! took me bck 2 high school. & rereadng & rereadng on & on. Well worthy, what a plsur.........
IMMIGRANTS:
We are a protest that screams
tearing the silence of conformity.
We are a protest that screams
revealing our talents: contributions
to progress, peace, innovation, solidarity,
like a magenta flower, an aphrodisiac
we seduce with ideas, its perfume
wrapping you, in bright elixir swaying
opinions with its maddening scent.
We are a protest that screams
memories brought with our luggage
from other lands: Flower petals hidden
between pages, of a book. Letters
turned dried-up-ink-flakes on worn
out paper. Broken doll, childhood
companion. Mother’s watch with worn
out silk band. Father’s moment of glory
in faded yellowed photo. Veil and
ribbons of most Sacred Day, of her
First Holy Communion. Prayer book
with blessed stamps of Guardian Angel
wings spread out protecting little girl.
We are a protest that screams
against organized Holiness, organized
Glories, organized Truths, Frauds.
We are a protest that screams
tearing the silence of conformity.