Tuesday, April 29, 2008


for Hawk

He was seven then
when we visited South Dakota
together for the very first time
he had been on planes before
but on this trip he realized
it might be a dangerous

that despite his name
people really couldn't fly
and what goes up eventually
must come down and we were
up very high as he noticed
while asking nervously
if those were clouds
below us as he stared out the
plane's window but that worry
passed quickly he was more
concerned with finding Michaelangelo
his teenage mutant ninja turtle
that he hadn't seen since we'd
had a bite to eat in the airport

he asked me again if I thought there
would be graffiti in the town we were
going I said there probably wasn't too much
on the rez but maybe some in
Rapid City we would be staying there for a day
or two before going on to the Sun Dance
he said he wanted to see what kind
of graffiti they had in other towns
besides Berkeley and Oakland

Michaelangelo mysteriously turned up
in the trunk of the rental car as we were
taking out our bags at the motel
he kept looking around for the writing on walls
of that cowboy city but I couldn't spot any either

that night as we were reading a bedtime story
he stopped and asked mom do you think there
is no graffiti because there are mostly old people
living here and I said no I think it's probably
because they have strict laws against it and
young people are scared of what will happen
if they are caught doing it

he looked at me confused as if street art were the
most natural thing in the world and why would
anyone be punished for expressing themselves
in this way and then said they would go to jail
I said yes I think so

the next morning we visited a few shops and
the local amusement park with a Flinstone theme
in the afternoon we were scheduled to visit Mount
Rushmore so at lunch I explained about the
Black Hills and how sacred they are to the Lakota
people and how we should take the camera because
we might see some eagles on the way he fell asleep
and I kept feeling like there was something I had
forgotten to say about our trip and I worried about
him being so small with just me to be everything to him
he woke up just as we pulled into the parking lot
at Mount Rushmore he was still a little sleepy as we
walked along to get up to the place where one views
the monument...he held my hand tight and I said
look there that's what they did to the Black Hills
he looked and looked and was very quiet
I thought he must still be very sleepy from his

he suddenly pulled me close looked up at me and
said in a solemn voice mom mom those are the Black Hills
and that pointing at the monument
is the white man's graffiti

©/s Odilia Galvan Rodriguez, 2008

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Sunday, April 27, 2008

The Sun's Going Down on the West

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the best part
of falling down
is getting back up
or catching that branch
right before sliding fast
all the way down
the hillside
and who knew that
jazz could flood one
with such emotion
that afterwards you'd
know the song flew
by too fast those steel
brushes against the
skins of the drum
still making that cool
sound in your head
makes one humble
music does
and if you don't care
about jerusalem
think of it's history
it's name means
legacy of peace
a good inheritance
something to hold
onto like hope
the sun is going down
on the west
a golden blood orange

©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

photo is ©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2007

incisor sized insomnia...

she embraced sharp teeth
of her sleep hoping to dream
bit into nightmares

©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

forbidden fruit

there's moonshine next time
tonight there's dandelion wine
fine like bathtub gin

during prohibition
best love was made in the kitchen

©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

Mood Indigo

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my mood indigo
blues that go and this third eye
believes no deceit

©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

Winged Divinity

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our divinity
illusive as butterflies
winged hearts in full flight

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

Friday, April 25, 2008

Our Graphemes

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scarlet glyph my heart
escaped in a word..flying
landed in your hands

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

Thursday, April 24, 2008

breaking glass is a blast

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blown glass shattered sharp
colors crushed...in a corner
minus martinis

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

photo © cesare g

history repeating itself

glass from a past
reflecting history
repeating itself forgetting

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

a dream ~ see you next lifetime

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por mi monstruo

what if ...
is a dream

dreaming...is a different life

but it's still...dreaming

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

photo: © Stefan Mendelsohn


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some days slippery

the sun goes down on sun up
we slide into love

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

photo: © Prescott ~

sacred mothers

heady humming bird
keeper of women's secrets
lighted on a rose

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

original picture ©psharpley

flowers in the wild

lupine and poppies
wolves playing in the bloodroot
wild and untethered

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

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© whalt http://www.flickr.com/photos/whalt/73670247/in/photostream/

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Riding the Wave

best ~ the crest of waves
crowning like a baby born
on its mother's shores

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

photo: © Victor Geere


I'm kopasetic
today's rhetoric don't fly
cool as a tulip

© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

© Dana Graves


I take the last train
one stop on the Indigo
the end of the line

©Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

photo: © scene

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