I am delighted to share my poem, Calavera, is included on page twenty seven in issue four, Monster, of the literary magazine from Lamplit Underground!
Lamplit Underground “is an online literary/arts magazine devoted to all that is slightly odd, a touch off-putting and in most cases, beautifully so . . . It is nostalgic, it is unique, it is frightening. It is not a haven for the crude or the rude, but rather the brave, the adventurous and the eerily grotesque.” As this magazine “gives voice to new and published writers alike and strives to bring its subscribers fresh, insightful and preferably spine-tingling art’, I am honored to have my poem included in the latest season-appropriate issue, Monsters.
I have not done much traveling, but the trips I have taken are dear to me. It was in October of last year that I flew by plane alone for the first time in my life to spend ten days with my aunt in the gastronomic city of Tucson, Arizona.
I had the joy of experiencing the rich food and the wonders of this big city; mostly the colorful and also sad decorations for the upcoming All Souls Procession. Celebrated once a year, Tucson’s streets are filled with people in costume and face paint, all marching along one route and remembering their departed loved ones.
A calavera is a colorful representation of the human skull, but the term is often applied to edible or decorative skulls made from sugar or clay that are used in the Mexican celebration of the Day of the Dead and the Roman Catholic holiday All Souls’ Day.
I wrote this poem the night after I walked in the All Souls Procession in memory of a friend who went to a happier place.
This past week, four of my friends, family, and friends of friends have passed away, not to mention the strong woman, Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Calavera could not have come out at a better time to make me remember the importance of remembering and honoring those who leave this life for another, as well as what they achieved during their lifetimes.
Please enjoy Calavera and think of your loved ones.
Leave me with shadows in my eyes
On this lonely walk
To the graveyard in Tucson
Where I join the march of dead . . . please continue reading here and feel free to share your beautiful thoughts!
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