tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72277514388204461702024-03-18T20:13:39.389-07:00Never Say a Commonplace ThingThe only people for me are the mad ones.
Poetic musings by Kimiko MartinezKimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.comBlogger360125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-44691670244396741632022-10-26T11:11:00.001-07:002023-04-14T11:00:46.313-07:00Grandmother holds me Grandmother holds me<br />her bosom boulders<br />her chin hairs<br />mighty pines<br /><br />even covered in snow<br />she blankets me with warmth<br />strokes my forehead<br />with soft wind<br /><br />lets my tears fall<br />Into her meadowed lap<br />sometimes soft<br />sometimes sobs<br /><br />watering the great<br />alpine garden<br />of this sacred land<br />where wisdom keepers<br /><br />have made their medicine<br />for millennia<br />sitting in their grandmother’s<br />lap and magic<br /><br />Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-53134602037707665552022-10-16T14:56:00.004-07:002023-04-14T10:58:56.620-07:00sol matesThe sun kissed you<br />before I could<br />stole your lips<br />from the trails they<div><br /></div><div>were meant to blaze<br />on my skin<br />to follow the<br />freckled pathways only you<br /><br />know how to navigate<br />constellations on collarbones<br />ready for a<br />pair of explorers to<br /><br />pave a new pathway<br />of bliss, setting<br />off explosions with<br />every torrid touch across<br />my sun-kissed skin</div>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-21205472272755313792022-05-25T10:00:00.006-07:002023-04-14T10:56:36.308-07:00return<p> when my heart</p><p>feels too big to hold</p><p>i return to the land</p><p>let my tears</p><p>water the ground</p><p>wind stroking my hair</p><p>in Mama's lap</p><p>birds calling me to</p><p>be still</p><p>be here</p><p>Gaia holds my </p><p>anger and grief</p><p>she feels it too</p><p>all mothers do</p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-26978392843498477302022-04-12T17:55:00.002-07:002022-04-12T17:55:17.295-07:00Electric company<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;">When the power goes off</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">in the mountains</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">we snuggled close, letting the</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">electricity of bodies light up </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">the room brighter </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">than any fire ever could </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">—</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">April PAD day 11 - powered </span></p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-87883586682564521442022-04-12T17:54:00.001-07:002022-04-12T17:54:03.924-07:00tickled<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;">There are not</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">enough fingers or toes to </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">count how much </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">you tickle me</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">—</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">April PAD day 12 - counting poem </span></p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-20033499303339238282022-04-08T20:24:00.005-07:002022-04-08T20:55:30.652-07:00Heart of glass<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;">When they tell you</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">to make art of your pain</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">they don’t tell you</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">that you’re going to feel it</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">so deeply that it</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">rewrites your insides </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">like doodles</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">on scraps of paper</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">that harden into glass and scrape</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">your insides raw red</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">that each of those glass shards </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">are pieces of a </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">shattered heart </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">that you can’t quite</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">remember the shape of</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">that your fingers will bleed on </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">each hard edge wiggled </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">into place </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">in this miserable mosaic </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">that breathes with the artist’s breath </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">just barely </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">— </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">April PAD day 8 - “they never tell you” poem</span></p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-16436054854169906932022-04-07T14:41:00.001-07:002022-04-07T14:41:14.204-07:00Blank slate<p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I took your words as </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">promises, as plans, </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">but they were just possibilities </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">—</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">April PAD Day 6 - a blank poem </span></p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-68485067449024534182022-04-04T11:51:00.001-07:002022-04-04T11:51:08.963-07:00Captivated <p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Catching up with you is </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">like catching butterflies</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">elusive and brief but beautiful </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">__</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">April PAD day 4 - “catch up” poem </span></p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-42352672243798871932022-04-03T21:25:00.002-07:002022-04-03T21:25:19.219-07:00 If my life is like a tree<p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">have I let myself </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">be rooted in the </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">shade of others? </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Have I turned my leaves </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">toward any shiny object </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">mistaking it for sun? </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Do the twists and turns </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">of my journey </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">gnarl like an oak </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">or splay to the sides </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">like a cedar </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">solid trunk and </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">feathery fronds</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">facing the sky</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">entrancing strangers </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">with the fragrant tales </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">of a life that has</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">weathered sun </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">and storms </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">bark rough </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">patterned like henna </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">with a story all </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">it’s own</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">—</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">April PAD day 3 - a smell poem </span></p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-12267684800921657902021-09-23T11:21:00.002-07:002021-09-23T11:36:17.957-07:00Rooted<div style="text-align: left;">when autumn arrives</div><div style="text-align: left;">and leaves begin </div><div style="text-align: left;">to fall i </div><div style="text-align: left;">remember that i </div><div style="text-align: left;">am the tree</div><div style="text-align: left;">not the golden </div><div style="text-align: left;">leaf spinning gloriously </div><div style="text-align: left;">to the ground</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-77233318835597297082021-09-15T09:40:00.002-07:002021-09-15T09:41:22.941-07:00The dance <p>There is no hard line </p><p>between sunset and night, </p><p>the oranges and pinks </p><p><br /></p><p>give way to the inky </p><p>blues and purples </p><p>in a dance, a caress,</p><p><br /></p><p>they embrace each other always</p><p>but we cannot </p><p>see it from where we’re standing </p><p><br /></p><p>cannot see that </p><p>we’re the ones spinning ever </p><p>away and toward </p><p><br /></p><p>the light, that we are </p><p>the dancer</p><p>dizzy with power and regret </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>Poetry prompt: Transitions </p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-15785601686357746682021-07-27T11:21:00.003-07:002021-07-27T11:21:44.182-07:00Exalted<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You worship me as<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">your goddess<br /></span>pray that I’ll save you </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />kneel at my altar<br />until I </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">fall from grace when your</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">prayers are not answered</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">my whole heart can't mend </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">your broken one</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">cannot love away </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">your loneliness </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">only gaze</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">at your loveliness</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">as you used to see mine</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-54014992951313204992021-04-28T09:22:00.001-07:002021-04-28T09:22:34.631-07:00What’s the matter?<p>We believe we are separate</p><p>from the Earth </p><p>from each other</p><p>can’t see all the emptiness </p><p>that connects us </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>April PAD day 27: believe or don’t believe </p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-7754862071893063092021-04-26T08:42:00.002-07:002021-04-26T08:42:40.315-07:00Questions <p>I have so many questions </p><p>so much hurt to understand</p><p>but the only one that matters</p><p>is how do you open your heart?</p><p><br /></p><p>— </p><p>April PAD day 24: question</p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-24795273966337356462021-04-26T08:32:00.000-07:002021-04-26T08:32:04.625-07:00Assent<p>How lucky am I </p><p>to be born </p><p>with such beauty </p><p>that you cannot </p><p>look away</p><p>keep your hands off</p><p>keep your cat calls</p><p>in your mouth</p><p>must thrust your desire </p><p>into the world</p><p>into me </p><p>to hold for you</p><p>without my consent </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>April PAD day 13 prompt: lucky or unlucky</p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-74249423787147071432021-04-25T09:16:00.003-07:002021-04-25T09:16:48.543-07:00Thoughtless <p>There is no thinking with</p><p>your heart, it </p><p>only knows how to feel </p><p>to beat, to </p><p>keep driving love/life forward </p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>April PAD day 25: thought </p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-2057380673132299542021-04-20T09:58:00.009-07:002021-04-26T09:08:41.271-07:00Love your neighbor<p>Love your neighbor</p><p>your good book says, but </p><p>you believe your </p><p><br /></p><p>Middle Eastern messiah </p><p>was miraculously white, feel affinity </p><p>only toward those </p><p><br /></p><p>who look like </p><p>you, not the ones he </p><p>would have loved </p><p><br /></p><p>You pick and </p><p>choose which teachings are relevant </p><p>and none have </p><p><br /></p><p>anything to do with love </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>April PAD day 20: love or anti-love </p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-58515246328495449812021-04-19T08:15:00.006-07:002021-04-19T08:18:14.624-07:00Counting sheep<div>They corral us together</div><div>feed us the same</div><div>straw theories</div><div>knowing there’s </div><div>no substance </div><div><br /></div><div>nothing to stomach</div><div>but plenty to chew on</div><div>as they try </div><div>to convince us</div><div>that the wolves</div><div><br /></div><div>are our caretakers</div><div>they think we’re asleep</div><div>and because they can’t </div><div>tell us apart </div><div>think we don’t see </div><div><br /></div><div>when one of us is slaughtered</div><div><br /></div>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-39405180329746294242021-04-17T23:06:00.000-07:002021-04-17T23:06:02.607-07:00Waiting to breathe <p>She doesn’t pass </p><p>wouldn’t want to</p><p>always seems to be </p><p><br /></p><p>holding her breath </p><p>dark skin a beacon </p><p>beaming Blackness without apology </p><p><br /></p><p>a light to </p><p>her sisters and </p><p>lure to lynch mobs</p><p><br /></p><p>that could be </p><p>around any corner </p><p>constantly calculating the risks </p><p><br /></p><p>of her brilliance</p><p>in this world</p><p>and who it might attract </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>April PAD Day 17 prompt: waiting </p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-67419122599223166512021-04-14T10:32:00.002-07:002021-04-14T10:32:25.321-07:00Conviction<p>The voices of the dead</p><p>cannot speak, but</p><p>if they could they'd </p><p><br /></p><p>rise up through the throats</p><p>of the jury </p><p>"guilty," convict the killer cop</p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">April PAD day 12: use <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; text-size-adjust: 100%;">three of the following six words: convict, great, play, race, season, and voice</span></span></p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-77457494869340085972021-04-14T10:23:00.003-07:002021-04-14T10:23:44.278-07:00Get out of the car<p> <i>For <a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/video/national/body-camera-video-shows-virginia-officers-hold-army-officer-at-gunpoint/2021/04/10/5ba1642f-10a5-45cc-aac8-d49f8b8a86c8_video.html" target="_blank">2nd Lt. Caron Nazario</a></i></p><p><br /></p><p>He was pepper sprayed </p><p>for questioning an authority</p><p>not his commanding officer</p><p>peppered in "what's going on?" </p><p>as things got heated</p><p><br /></p><p>"get out of the car"</p><p><br /></p><p>“just comply” he was </p><p>told, take orders like </p><p>a good soldier, who's </p><p>never told when they're </p><p>marching toward death </p><p><br /></p><p>"get out of the car"</p><p><br /></p><p>forced to the ground </p><p>choking and confused </p><p>still in his camos</p><p>too fatigued to continue </p><p>asking "what's going on" </p><p><br /></p><p>The officers are out </p><p>of the car, guns drawn</p><p>too heated to see the</p><p>temporary license plate </p><p>in the window </p><p><br /></p><p>the whole reason they </p><p>pulled him over </p><p>in the first place </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>April PAD day 10: get (blank) </p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-87525039197894427252021-04-09T21:25:00.003-07:002021-04-12T21:27:43.259-07:00Human/nature <p>Wouldn’t it be nice if </p><p>we saw ourselves as animals</p><p>instead of projecting humanity onto </p><p>creatures incapable of our cruelty </p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>April PAD Day 9: persona</p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-6051504990136806692021-04-08T20:20:00.003-07:002021-04-09T10:43:06.206-07:00Mirrors <p>We can only </p><p>see ourselves in the reflections </p><p>off other people </p><p><br /></p><p>— </p><p>April PAD day 8 prompt: metaphor </p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-46403682791342703432021-04-07T18:16:00.001-07:002021-04-07T18:16:09.028-07:00The crooks<p>Inspired by Resmaa Menakem's work and teachings ... and a recent <a href="https://omny.fm/shows/mark-groves/resmaa-manakem-racialized-trauma" target="_blank">podcast</a> he was on</p><p><br /></p><p>Your body was </p><p>not your own</p><p>it served at </p><p>the pleasure of </p><p>the kings and elites</p><p><br /></p><p>their feasts and </p><p>festivities fueled by </p><p>the blood and </p><p>sweat and tears </p><p>of laborers and peasants</p><p><br /></p><p>whose skin was </p><p>darkened by dirt </p><p>sun-baked in fields </p><p>you weren't allowed </p><p>to ever eat from</p><p><br /></p><p>servitude and subordination</p><p>a birthright passed </p><p>down through your </p><p>bloodied European bodies</p><p>and only deemed white</p><p><br /></p><p>once you were </p><p>able to turn</p><p>that generational rage </p><p>outward, to reclaim </p><p>a sovereignty of self</p><p><br /></p><p>stolen from you</p><p>by stealing the </p><p>land, languages, lives </p><p>of pigmented people </p><p>on a new land </p><p><br /></p><p>you would rape</p><p>and pillage the </p><p>same way your </p><p>predecessors were on</p><p>your own ancestral homelands</p><p><br /></p><p>--</p><p>April PAD Day 7 prompt: villain</p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227751438820446170.post-43984459009619647982021-04-06T22:53:00.003-07:002021-04-06T22:57:43.642-07:00The dark side <p>He doesn’t like </p><p>that the world has changed </p><p>can’t fathom why </p><p><br /></p><p>the superheroes of</p><p>his youth would be anything </p><p>other than the </p><p><br /></p><p>color marked “flesh”</p><p>in his childhood crayon box </p><p>Can’t see that</p><p><br /></p><p>his own progeny </p><p>might see themselves in these </p><p>powerful new protagonists </p><p><br /></p><p>whose pigmentation was </p><p>previously shaded onto only the </p><p>most shady characters </p><p><br /></p><p>never allowed to </p><p>step fully into the light </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>—</p><p>April PAD day 6 prompt: change or don’t change</p>Kimiko Love Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13434671349791221371noreply@blogger.com0