Latino Voices: Rio Hondo College

Latino Voices: Rio Hondo College Poetry Reading led By Mariano Zaro, 1 p.m. on October 6, 2015. Thank you to everyone who read. Everyone did fantastic. It was a pleasure and an honor to read alongside you all. I had so much fun. It’s nice to be an active member of the Creative Writing Club again at my college. Now we just need our creative writing club shirts!

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Mariano Zaro opening by reading three of his poems in English then in Spanish from his book.
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Daniel following Mariano Zaro. He did an excellent job!
Rebeca reading her poem.
Rebeca reading her poem. She was wonderful.
I enjoyed both of her poems.
I enjoyed both of her poems.
Emiliano orale.
Emiliano orale.
Oh hey, look it's me.
Oh hey, look it’s me.
Professor Theresa Freije closing out wonderfully. I loved her Butterflies poem. She is darling!
Professor Theresa Freije closing out wonderfully. I loved her Butterflies poem. She is darling!
Group picture!
Group picture!
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Tuesday, October 6th

Hello,

On October 6th, 2015 I will be reading in the Student Union with my talented Creative Writing Club peers. This poetry reading will be led by Mariano Zaro at Rio Hondo College. We will be celebrating Latino Heritage month. Please, come and join us.  I am super excited for the reading and the food. Flyer below for more information and details.

FLYER LATINO VOICES

Letters for Eternity

We write as to believe
that God himself will read
our words out loud
to his angel legions.
Command them to memorize
our sonnets, odes, and prose.

We hope that they will sing
our lines for eternity
on cotton kissed clouds,
glancing down upon us
ignoring our existence,
yet making our creations
immortal.

So we move our hands like gypsies,
magicians, clowns,
with the sole purpose to entertain,
and hypnotize our crowd
with desire that by the end of the night
someone will give their soul
to poetry.

Previously Published in River’s Voice 14

Third Eye

Angels kicked from heaven
shake their wings
violently until they bleed
on bridges, streets, roof tops,
everywhere

fits of rage that last
minutes, hours, days.
We confuse this as rain.

Who would have thought angel blood
would match our very own tears?

Previously Published in the River’s Voice Volume 14

Geek Nerves

I want to write more than this.

Lines in stanzas that look empty
when really they were written
with invisible ink.

I just can’t tell you the perfect way
about how you make me feel.
I could try even if you won’t understand
what I’m saying.

You make me feel like…
Ryu’s hadouken, Guile’s sonic boom,
and Cammy’s hooligan combination.
Is that good enough
for you to say
yes

when I ask you out
on a date?

Previously published in River’s Voice Volume 15