mindpixel's Journal: More Chilean Poets...

It is Sunday afternoon. I have been up since seven watching hummingbirds and helping the seedlings I planted last week find the sun. I dug a little in the soil and pulled pairs of little yellow leaves to the surface then watered the whole garden and wrote my first Spanish poem in the still cool air. It is about hummingbirds, seedlings, hippocampi and the fact I am trying to build a quantum computer.

I am eating a giant Copa Mokka--three flavors of ice cream, bananas, cherries...it is bigger than me...flirting...in Cafe Mokka because of the free wifi.

Nestor Parra--his King Lear is widely viewed as masterpiece on its own, I am told by Carlos, my hacker/poet friend from my Antofagasta days. I will buy a copy after this ice cream gets dealt with...yes, my weight is up more than five pounds in three weeks...that is a good thing I am told, though I do not like it. I have the body image of an anorexic girl.

Oh yeah, a very pretty film distributor came up to me in a bar on Friday night after looking at me about a million times and asked if I was James Cox.

Poetry

[Words]

I have a poem

Re:Poetry

[mindpixel]

yes, men made out of words...so, tell it to me.