On Beginnings Eleventh grade exposed me to an altogether different breed of educator; a man named Jon Rondesvedt, who bursting with enthusiasm for history, philosophy and the classics, issued us a challenge: turn in a typical paper or compose a poem. A daring dyslexic, I accepted…He beamed at my first foray, while his endless wonderawakened in me thatinescapable enthusiasm for the written word, thatlove of travel,and thatpassion forteaching. Wanderlust came early in my imaginings, but a singular poem by Langston Hughes stirred my spirit to action. It was Dream Variation and much as Hughes had done in 1923, I struck out that summer, discovered languages and unexpected inspiration in…read more
The poem ‘Moses’ was in large part inspired by this particular scene of a graphic swine slaughter from the 1993 documentary “My Brother’s Keeper,” which coincided with a incident that happened to someone close to me.
Remember that battered piano room at the Student Union at ASU. The notes always a welcome lesson to the tune of the day. The moments seemed to linger like in no other place, in a darkened comfort from the desert sun they hung – musky in the air. Full and soft.
A tale of intrepid beginnings, a nap and a flowery bloom of sorts. A story that left little Pete a changed snoozer and plenty awake for the flight of fancy soon to come.
One day, not so long ago but in a place, well not really a place (as our friends here were in transit – that means going from one place to another…
The Poetry of Theft
“The most sublime is the moment of death.”
가장 숭고한 순간은 죽음
Run to find some part of yourself yet undiscovered.
Entering a state of play
What shall we do today?
Join in some imaginative roughhousing,
a flirtation of fancy,
maybe a game… come out and play!