Posts by Arts and Culture El Dorado

This poem was not created in the Switchboard Connections workshop, but was read during the public reading because of its thematic appropriateness.   You are not with me, save by absence It is night here, and I’m half awake The dim light is like the pale sensation That there once was a fullness; A fulness…

Boomerang Back Trees are colorfully painted In an abstract way Perhaps painted into the forest To supplement the burnt terrain Yellow hands Red hands Blue hands Brown hands Purple hands too Reaching down and over And up to the sky As if loved ones are searching For long ago good-byes By the boomerangs, One hand…

Passion is Nigh He pondered the dilemma The quandary taking over the night He caressed her over and over And whispered sweet nothings into her ear Their love was heightened by saliva Whilst their bodies became twisted She ever so lightly pulled away And turned her head He panted frantically Hanging his head, He sat…

A Mother and Child Union A young girl enveloped in her mother’s arms, Completely at peace with Complete trust displayed, The mother holds her eyes open Anticipating the girl’s needs Her back is taunt, And strong enough to Support a lifetime of whoas That may come their way She rocks her baby quietly Yet surrounded…

Too Far Down I tried to help. But how could I have saved him from jumping? This modern world so full of rooftops above hard pavement and bridges over tiding turbid water. He was only one – so many others! – even the would-be savior burns himself out. He was only one – all of…

Intaglio Her human hand rises from springing grass and waves of earth through nets and webs of air birds released to a vision of sun and moon fly higher lighter as the sky is free. In Chiaroscuro Marisa Sayago, Those Unseen Who came before and you thought departed but here she is from shades of…

Seismic Debris Just look at her face – that crack in the wall. Not every quake is geo-logic. But he’s on the other side looking the opposite direction. Maybe he felt the tremor, a shaking underfoot that made him sit down to consider. This crack in a wall still standing, but see how it’s bow’d…

Family Partner My dog stares into the heart of me. Nose to skin she’s scenting what lies beneath, what came before. Her memory of scent is long and living. She could smell a cancer lurking, or a wish not spoken – powers that grow without our knowing. Airborne invisible specks of human scurf or a…

After the Rupture In the beginning we knew only beauty and a single focus. We thought as one, moved as one, and beheld our new world through the same perfect eyes. Those early days unfolded according to plan. No map was needed. No parents to lead the way. We had only The Voice in our…

Sun and moon in close harmony Stars brighten in the song Water flowing into hills Soft greens, hint at new life. Five digits pointing upward, Hand emerging from the earth, yet grounded . . . strength with possibilities. Birds in flight . . . dancing . . . Twin tail feathers direct the flow. Ever…