Costa Del Sol, El SalvadorToday's Photos by Janet Pantoja, Woodinville, WA
LUNCH IN EL SALVADOR
—Janet Pantoja
fried fish
with frijoles
two tortillas and rice
Salvadoran fruity fresco drink
for lunch
FLOUNDER
—Janet Pantoja
fish
for lunch
in El Salvador
fried to a crisp
yummy?
PLATO TIPICO DE EL SALVADOR
—Janet Pantoja
fresh cream
on fried plantains
tortillas filled with cheese—
pupusas—beans and rice also
good!
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AFTERNOON SNACK
—Janet Pantoja
pan dulce
sweet, delicious
tasting, eating, savoring,
with cold milk or hot coffee
Salvadoran pastry
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Thanks, Janet, for the cinquainian culinary tour of Costa Del Sol. We've been on a "travelogue" with Janet Pantoja these past few weeks—a rare treat!
The Jack Kerouac Poetry Prize
The Cultural Action Committee of Davis, Downtown Davis Business Association, Armadillo Music, and the John Natsoulas Center for the Arts are proud to announce a poetic tribute to the reluctant leader of the Beats, Jack Kerouac, with the Jack Kerouac Poetry Prize. In a contest to be judged by Beat icon Michael McClure, poems emulating the spirit of the Beat Generation will be chosen for cash awards, for publication in Blue Moon Literary and Art Review (www.bluemoonlitartreview.com), and for public performance with live jazz at the 4th annual Davis Jazz and Beat Festival Oct. 8 & 9 (www.natsoulas.com/html/jazzweb/index.html). This year the contest will be judged by a key member of the Beat generation, Michael McClure. McClure is one of the five poets (including Allen Ginsberg) who read at the famous San Fransisco Six Gallery reading in 1955. (See www.thing.net/~grist/l&d/mcclure/mcclure.htm/.) Deadline is Sept. 21 (emailed or postmarked); no entry fee. First Prize is $200, Second is $100, Third is $50. For more info, go to culturalactioncommittee.com/2010/07/the-jack-kerouac-poetry-prize
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TINY PAPER SPIDERS
—Carol Louise Moon, Sacramento
Tiny spiders
living on the page,
papers that once were
others' papers
when paper was fresh.
Paper fields, flat plains—
ink and pencil planted
onto these fields.
Typewriter ribbon
employed as pavement.
Spiders hitch-hiking,
going far.
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FLOATERS
—Carol Louise Moon
I see them in quiet moments of a well-lit
room, like tiny bits of yarn flitting about
but never flying away,
rising a little higher with every blink
of the eyelid. A twig slowly sinking
in a slow-flowing stream
then lifting, as if over an invisible rock.
And tiny yellow lightning strikes—no hot
summer storms brewing—just floaters,
says the optometrist, little floaters
in the eye.
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I THINK HE NEEDS A WITNESS
—Carol Louise Moon
someone who loves him unconditionally
someone who will not touch him
someone to gaze upon his words
someone to absorb his voice
someone to sigh in a way
he has not heard in a long time
someone to leave him
in a void when the
lights dim
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burnin love
—charles mariano, sacramento
last night
my son
on a gurney
intense
screaming pain
2am
three thousand dings
of the elevator,
hours
on butt-hurt chairs
the latest
car wreck
self-destruct,
in progress
hard drinking
demons,
that refuse
to go quietly
opened the door
despite
the hell-bent, raging fire
between us
“three months to heal,”
i said sternly,
“this maddog drinking
has to stop!”
through pained, gritted teeth,
he mumbled,
“i’ll be ok dad”
how many fires
will it take
to burn him down?
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Today's LittleNip:
BURNED
—Joyce Odam
burnt offerings
the potatoes
the hamburger
even the water
burned
today my heart's not in it
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—Medusa
