http://slow.writerscafe.org/arnoldogarcia The original writings of author Arnoldo Garcia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776228735 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Remembering: Meztli, mexica, Mexico, means land and people of the "belly button of the moon." Love is deeper when memory is soaked in the land. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1357515/ When soul and matter fight it out over who controls the senses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1354100/ I call on swallows to aid a woman in distress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1351989/ This work marks May Day, International Workers Day, and asks if we are part of the capitalist machine or offspring of the natural world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1351567/ A reflection of how the material and spiritual worlds are connected in the human body. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1351059/ What brings us together? Tenderness or trauma? A woman or a man? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1349699/ The contradictions of how to face violence with peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1343209/ The inter-relationships of bodies, land, violence & love to become human again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1342441/ This is white humor poem about dying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1341412/ A tribute poem to a woman who passed away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1340822/ a poem to remember Billie Holiday on her birthday, April 7. Day seven of poetry month 21014. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1340403/ Che or you and I, we are meant to be different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1340246/ This is the background story of how I became human. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1297315/ Historical ingredients necessary for a perfect migrant laborer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1295371/ A call to slow down, make love, build community, dream together in the slowest lane, in your arms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1275337/ César Vallejo said "piedra negra sobre piedra blanca." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1272551/ We live between transitions: rain, clouds, mud, dust, dreams, sleep, consciousness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1269608/ The revolution is to be human. --walter lowenfels. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1269605/ Who speaks for who? I speak for my self... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1269592/ ode to a body of the color blues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1266599/ What language should I write in? English, español, pocho, caló, broken English, Spanglish? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1265662/ Instant love poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1265479/ The butterfly is a MesoAmerican symbol for fecundity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1265114/ When I give you a hummingbird, you will fall to my feet in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1265098/ How do my words become your words? How do words become ours? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1265000/ Long-distance, wireless, relationships that grow and create voice-to-voice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1264996/ Found poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1264453/ This is a poem that celebrates life honoring my ancestors. Día de los muertos, Day of the Dead, is a misnomer. This event has always celebrated bountiful harvests and our ancestors. Here's my tribute. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1260229/ A painting and panting poem on the palettes of blues, azures, aegean, celestes, aqua marines, viridian and a woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1259801/ This is a riff on Federico García Lorca's "verde/que te quiero verde..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1259703/ Riffing on Rumi. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1259299/ All our senses converge, contradict, transform, implode, gestate, collide, flay, on our lips kissing the other. Each time we kiss we feel the first kiss of humanity, 150,000 years old & new every time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1258716/ This is a snapshot of the flurry of lives, their words and stories, that tumble inside me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1239652/ Childhood trauma never seems to end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1236932/ Empathy for the devil: I trade pigment, perspective and race. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arnoldogarcia/1236363/