Showing posts with label #Connie DeDona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Connie DeDona. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Book Giveaway



 
 


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        Hawaiian Time by Cornelia Dedona
   

   

     


          Hawaiian Time
     
     


          by Cornelia Dedona
     

     

         
            Giveaway ends June 21, 2016.
         
         
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Saturday, January 30, 2016

At A Recent Poetry Reading, Where I Attempt The Vulcan Mind Meld With The Dead Poet, Czeslaw Milosz

 Vying for my attention
another poet cries,
“Try not to look at me.”
as she models her black bribe.
To which I reply,
"You are a garden I dare not enter
a rusted gate
glumly rigged."
...
I must awaken my taste.
My mood is blind.
...
They come in the night
with empty buckets
to take the land
assault my knowing
with malodorous cues.
...
Idle reality
impales hope
to a tree
where
not even
the
crow
can gloat.
...
Have faith, child     
The World is naive. 
Feed it a few gluten-free animal crackers.


 From Poem Hunter: Czeslaw Milosz, Polish poet, prose writer and translator of Lithuanian origin and subsequent American citizenship. His World War II-era sequence The World is a collection of 20 "naive" poems. He defected to the West in 1951, and his nonfiction book "The Captive Mind" (1953) is a classic of anti-Stalinism. From 1961 to 1998 he was a professor of Slavic Languages and Literatures at the University of California, Berkeley. In 1980, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. 



Friday, November 6, 2015

"Seasons of the Mid-Hudson Valley"

Dancing Bears


"Seasons of the Mid-Hudson Valley"
An exhibit of photographs by 
Mohonk Preserve Volunteer Photographers

November 13, 2015, to Monday, January 4th, 2016

La Bella Pizza Bistro 
194 Main St, New Paltz, NY 12561

Opening Reception
 Sunday, November 15 from 5-7pm.



Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Spirit Mana



I hear them whisper
in the gentle trade winds
in the grunt of the wild
boar, the high-pitched mating call of the coqui.


I see them
in the blood moon
the double rainbow
in the mist against the folding
emerald cliffs of the Ko'olau.

I taste them
in the freshly caught pan fried mahi-mahi
a tropical papaya
tangy mango.

I smell them in
the white gardenia
the orange blossoms
the plumeria I place behind my ear.

I feel them buzzing
my ankles
scurrying sideways in the white sand
between the sharp coral
in the gentle rain.

They watch as I wait for you to return safely.

They watch the dogs chase
after wild chickens
the koi feed on fat
mosquitos.
The bullfrogs sing.

They watch
They accept.
They smile.

They are here with me
the ‘Aumakua, guardian ancestors

rooted in the past, the first of their generations.



Saturday, August 1, 2015

Intimate Moments



I feel your saliva dripping onto my big toe
as you lean up against me and belch.
I rub your neck,
massage behind your ears
staring at the Ko'olau Mountains
breathing in the pink Plumeria blossoms
as we both listen to the caw, caw, caw,
of Petey the Peacock
perched on the neighbor's roof.

Thursdays
are special in our datebook.

Me
climbing ladders,
shaving coconut palms with my chainsaw
trimming the Be-Still bushes,
training them into a hedge.

You
inspecting the heap
smelling the fallen coconuts
and then chasing the cooing doves
feasting on your forgotten dinner.


Me
stuffing green bins with yard waste.

You
ears back
standing on the wall behind the fence
as the giant yellow truck
swallows their contents and burps,
farting around the bend.


We fit
you and me.

You
sniffing and alert.

Me 
smearing citronella leaves
on my arms, your butt, and our legs
shielding us from the mosquitos at dusk,
while relaxing at the fire pit,
listening to KCCN Hawaiian 105.9.
Both of us,
still frisky
unleashed
in paradise.





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