SPRING

"Even orchids belong in Paradise..."
*From The Clarifier altar space, created by 
citizens and artists in Lyons, Colorado, after
a huge flood that destroyed over 200 homes-
I found these words etched in stained glass.

You arrive newly
Born and so ancient,
You dazzle me with
Fertility and wisdom,
New life, the dead
Risen to dance, make
Love again, fragile
Fern, ripening roots, 
Brittle bones, the Sprit rises
To meet each unknown
Beauty, your cloak
Grazing earth releases,
Each newborn ancient
Step listen 
Song First
Spring,
She begins to
Sing, orchid laughter,
Do you 
Remember the
First song
Ever sung
When we were
Orchids that
Spring? 


Alma Luz Villanueva
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
March 20, 2018
FELIZ PRIMAVERA 

KARMA
*To George Zimmerman, who sold the gun that murdered Trayvon Martin at a high price, as karma has a high price.

The life you took, 
I send it back to 
you, his high school
prom, dreams of

university, travel,
lovers, wife, all of
his children, all of
his laughter/joy,

his grief/tears,
the son he was,
the father, grandfather,
he would become,

you, George Zimmerman,
took his hummingbirds,
eagles, orange blossoms
the rose, dolphins,

African lions, wild
wolves, snow leopards,
you took summer,
fall winter, his

17 year old spring,
and I send him 
back to you, what
you took, what

you took, what
you took, what
you took, for
ever. 


In memory, Trayvon Martin, his family-
May 16, 2016

Alma Luz Villanueva (c)

La Bloga: Guest Columns for a November Saturday: Texas Book Fest. Reviewing Gracias by Villanueva.

La Bloga: Guest Columns for a November Saturday: Texas Book Fest. Reviewing Gracias by Villanueva.

WE PASS IT ON

"Our fundamental state is joy." El Buddha

I trust my hungers, my
body's voice, purring
howling singing weeping
laughing, I follow
her wisdom, she's always 
right, mi Mamacita
called her La Llorona,
she's also Coatlicue,
IxChel, Quan Yin,
Green Tara, White
Tara, Shakti, Kali,
sweet/fierce Saraswati,
who I met in Bali,
she asked me, "What is
freedom, madam?"
The freedom of my
hungers, to be fed
beautiful food, float in
healing waters, bathe my
mermaid hair, human
body, to be loved
unconditionally this
undying Cosmos, to
dream... in spite

of wars, ongoing violence,
the innocent killed while
eating dinner, dancing at a
concert in Paris,
going to market, daily
human errands in
Beirut (and other places, the
Earth we share)- I

believe the killers are in
the minority, we who love
our hungers, laughter of
children, rising Sun Moon
Stars, who feed our
human hungers to love,
stubbornly/joyfully
dance our
freedom, always
with the other,
we pass it on
this dance
we pass it on 

we shall 
inherit
this wonder
Earth.  


Alma Luz Villanueva (c)
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
November 13, 2015

*I started writing this poem on November 11th, 
couldn't finish it for 'some reason'- until the 13th. 
We pass it on...

The Healer, in all her hummingbird forms...
 

Dear World,
Dear IxChel,
Dear Quetzalcoatl,                      October 23, 2015

We are becoming a
world of refugees,
immigrants, following the
ancient human trade

routes, not guided by
dreams this time, but
guided by poverty, war,
simple hunger, the

fierce desire that our
children survive us,
we follow that fierce
instinct over man made

borders, Madre Africa,
our Human Womb, dreams
her children in drought,
flood, tidal wave, hunger, 

war. See that Mexican
mother, baby in her arms,
older children surrounding
her, she is your

mother. See that Syrian
father, clutching his toddler,
wife lost at sea, he
is your father. See

that Congolese grandmother
starving, tortured, her
sons gone to war, rape,
she is your grandmother.

See that Guatemalan
grandfather weeping, watching
his 12 year old granddaughter
raped, los coyotes,

journey to the USA, safety,
land of daily food, he
is your grandfather.
See the five year old trying

to sleep with hunger, Land
Of Plenty USA, one in four
children hungry, she
is your child.

See the teens at Rikers
Island thousands, millions
in adult prisons USA,
at Rikers their once a day

outdoors, hour at 
dawn, rain, sun, snow,
in a cage, shackled,
solitary for months,

the teenage brain/mind/spirit,
the time of unfolding,
crushed, human promise
murdered, these are your

teens, these are your
teens, these are your
teens, these are our
teens, murdered promise.

See us all fiercely crossing
borders, the ancient 
human trade routes,
survival. Wherever

you are
welcome
your family
home. 

**The USA has the largest, for profit,
prison system in the world. At Rikers Island
the majority of teens are held for years, waiting 
for a 'court date,' as families cannot post their
bail.  Google Kalief Browder, who refused to 
plead guilty- the usual way out of Rikers- he 
refused, that immense courage. 

Alma Luz Villanueva (c)
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
(My 'Dear World' poems are in their
20th year, where I bitch, moan, praise.)
They can be found in my books, most 
recently, 'GRACIAS.' 
www.almaluzvillanueva.com

La Frida Kahlo's VIVA LA VIDA...

Mexico City, bike taxi...then to Frida's casita, where her Spirit lives, her laughter.

  

QUERIDO POPOCATEPTL

The villagers call you 
father, brother, uncle, son-
I call you lover, my
ancient lover- flying in
to Mexico City I saw
your snowy peak, you
didn't fool me, I felt
the heat of your body,
your lava, your core,
your longing for my
touch, ancient lover,
the Earth danced beneath 
my feet, our Mother, la
Madre, she knew nothing
could keep me from you,
your body, your lava,
your core, the ancient
memory of our union.
I dream your body, gift from Earth,
Sun, Moon, every Star, I see
your molten eyes, your molten mouth,
your molten hands, your molten sex, lava
bright, meteor bright, first eruption,
genesis of our longing, I am coming,
wait for me, I am dreaming,
wait for me, I am singing,
wait for me, I am dying
to receive. Your burning
body. Lava. 

Alma Luz Villanueva (c)
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
April 2012

*Two weeks after la Madre's dance, Popocateptl began to sing to his lover, Iztaccihuatl, fire and ash.

This poema is from my just published book, 'GRACIAS,' which can be found on www.amazon.com   Just enter my name and all of my books pop up- also, my 4th novel, 'SONG OF THE GOLDEN SCORPION,' published last year is also listed. I love the personal emails I receive, but feel free to comment here as well- wishing you a beautiful Spring wherever you are.

THE WORLD IS FULL OF SIGNS

"The stars are like letters that inscribe
themselves at every moment in the sky.
Everything in this world is full of signs.
All events are coordinated. All things 
depend on each other. Everything 
breathes together."  Greek philosopher, Plotinus

THE WORLD IS FULL OF SIGNS

"I can't breathe,
I can't breathe,
I can't breathe,
I can't breathe,"

Eric Garner's last
breath, words,
words, breath,
father, husband, son

no longer breathes
no longer breathes
no longer breathes
or speaks or laughs

or calls his children's
names or sings his
favorite songs in the 
shower, or speaks

softly to his wife
or laughs with her
or argues with her,
his breath is gone,

his words are gone,
his mother's memory,
first breath,
first words,

yes, everything breathes
together, all things depend on
each other, all events are 
coordinated, everything in the

world is full of signs,
and we can't breathe,
we can't breathe, we
can't breathe, we

can't breathe
freely, the stars are like
letters that inscribe themselves
at every moment in the sky,

we can't breathe
freely, we can't,
everything, every thing
breathes, yes, breathes

together.


Eric Garner murdered in an illegal
chokehold, July 12, 2014. 
**Mike Brown, 18- Tamir Rice, 12- 
Trayvon Martin, 17...all unarmed

Alma Luz Villanueva (c)
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
December 2014
Everything breathes together...