Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez's Blog, page 8
May 7, 2016
A Story For Mother’s Day: The Grandmother
The little boy was in his grandmother’s kitchen eating milk
and cookies.
He solemnly looked down at his plate of cookies as he sat at
the kitchen table.
He came to his grandmother’s house every day after school for
milk and cookies before going to the library to do his
homework.
His grandmother was busy in the kitchen, washing and drying
dishes.
She had her back to the grandson, busy with her work.
“Grandma”, she heard the little boy say.
“Yes”, the grandmother said while drying a baking pa...
May 3, 2016
New Poem: Diana, The Huntress
Diana, the Huntress, walks in the ancient forest, stalking
And where she walks is silence
Poised and stealthy, silent as the ancient forest, itself
Disturbing not the dried leaves or breaking even a single twig
Ever vigilant, aware
Senses heightened
The silence of Her stealth
And the silence of the ancient forest are as one and the same
In the time of Her stalking
For Diana, the Huntress is hunting
And there is no prey
For Diana is a Goddess
Everywhere She hardly touches
The air barely feels...
May 2, 2016
Inspirational Protest Poem: Untitled
High above the air force fighter planes scratch the sky
Leaving their long, white trails that hover in the air for hours
Then come the sonic booms and the air raid sirens being tested at noon
This is the world our elders have given us
A world of war
Down here on the ground, on Earth a child reads
About gangs, ghettos and poverty
About prejudice and discrimination and people fighting for their rights
About freedom riders, protest marches and riots
And he says to himself, “Someday we’ll chang...
Father Daniel Berrigan Passed Away
Legendary antiwar priest, organizer and activist, Daniel Berrigan passed away at 94 this Saturday.
Listen to the priest recite his poetry on Democracy Now!
April 30, 2016
New Poem: Rare Love
Artist: Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez
Rare Love by Mark Alberto Yoder Nuñez
She looks into his liquid eyes
And feels the flow of mysteries
His hands so gentle on her body
She feels her soul and body melting
Her thoughts melt and all she knows
Is hot breathing and two hearts beating
There is the warmth and heat where their bodies are touching
All outside is cold and fleeting
From schoolboy’s crush to wild imagination
Romantic novels and burning fascinations
Never giving up despite the years
Holdin...
When I needed you most — thefeatheredsleep
Abandon all, yee who enter here this is the solace of thoughtlessness we care not for your histories, your stories nor if you feel life owes you a debt all is fair when torn down our blank minds and frigid hearts remain shipwrecks to time, un-found in coin buried deep beneath shifting sea beds where[…]
via When I needed youmost — thefeatheredsleep
April 24, 2016
The Spider Lady: Episode One
Description: “An older woman tries to cast a seduction spell on a young taxi driver who tries to break her spell with poetry in this creative non-fiction work of horror and mystery.”
The Spider Lady
I was a young cab driver, twenty-eight years old, and had been driving taxi for a year in town when I became acquainted with a woman of about fifty years of age. She was a taxi customer. She called for deliveries of beer and cigarettes. Invariably when I got this call it was in the late afternoon...
April 21, 2016
The Dreamers: New Poem
We were sad, restless dreamers in a restless age
In innocence and wonder we gazed at the beauty of the world
While all the world around us rushed blindly on
in waste and self destructiveness
We took the time to watch the sun go down
Now all these years have come and gone
And I sit here alone on a magic night
The wind is warm and dry
The dusk is purple
And the innermost longings of my soul
Wash over me slowly in a gentle wave
Warming me and soothing me and reminding me
of the child who dream...
April 20, 2016
The Dream: A Tale of Horror
I was sitting on an old-fashioned, wooden, park bench under
a shady tree on a green, grassy hillock with my old, long,
black, cotton raincoat bundled up next to me on the dark,
wooden slats of the bench. I felt in a state of relaxation and
wanted to lie down on the lawn of the college underneath the
tree. And so I laid the long, black coat on the green grass to lie
upon it, the green grass and buildings of the college ahead of
me in the sunshine under the blue, afternoon skies.
As I did so...
