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    Beneath The Dreaming Tree
    Beneath The Dreaming Tree
    Beneath The Dreaming Tree
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    Beneath The Dreaming Tree

    By Jacob Garcia

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    This second edition of collected poetry is revised and spans the years 1999-2009 in a chronological format. Some pieces selected that have prior publication in magazines or Francis L. La Forge Award winning. Other pieces were selected and included for experimentation in different modes, impressions and expressions of poetry.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJacob Garcia
    Release dateMay 29, 2012
    ISBN9781476134291
    Beneath The Dreaming Tree
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    Jacob Garcia

    Jacob currently holds a degree in the arts. He is currently working on his debut novel.He has received the following:--Francis L. La Forge Award--Macy S. Award--Provost Award--Poetry Week Wall Poem at Auraria Library--Juried Selection of Metrosphere--Artist selection for live exhibition of art.--DRHS Legacies of Excellence--New Jersey Poets Society Regional Winner--Poet's Dream Volume 3 Anthology Publication

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      Beneath The Dreaming Tree - Jacob Garcia

      DEDICATION

      To my family. To friends. To all.

      Table Of Contents

      DEDICATION

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      Which Cup?

      Plaza de España

      Brushwork and Sketches

      4 Times Three=

      Summer In The Late 1980’s

      Muse Dance

      Epocsodielak wols=slow kaleidoscope

      Quiet Remark

      Auvers-Sur-Oise

      Bed Sheet Rises

      Victorious Triad

      Horizon

      Seven Years

      Santa Ana Lotus Drinker

      1:08 AM—we stand by

      Unresolved

      Storm Mountain Triad

      Asphalt Limbs

      Embers at the Twelfth Hour

      Drums, Guitars, and Red Sitars

      Word Play

      Watch How

      R.S.V.P. Rumors

      10 Days To See

      Memorandum to Posterity

      Chasing Linden Island Voodoo

      INK

      Spirals

      Laying It Down In Oak

      Milonga de los Ojos

      Rhapsody #1

      Tuxedo Dress

      The Underwater Labyrinth Sestina

      Key Lime

      Church Street

      Masquerade Haiku

      Freddy Freeloader Reloaded

      So yeah, another awkward monologue

      Stairways and Waterfalls

      Round About Midnight

      Coolest Blue Reason

      Anonymous,

      Flowers and Balloons

      The Wandering Rihaku Haiku Five

      A Midnight Testament

      A Summer Sun Burns

      An Evening In Kashmir

      Locomotive Movement

      Dream Walker Part 1

      A Particular Morning After A Previous Day

      Classic

      Desert Scorpion

      The Golden Glove

      On Nature

      Recast This Night

      Drawn

      Take 5

      Quiet

      The Venice Surf

      Cogito

      November

      Titan Kaddish

      About The Author

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      A grateful acknowledgement go to: Mike, Zach, Chelsea N., Brandon, Joe, Anthony, Chris, Emily B., Sarah B., Rebekah M., Keith, Patrick, Deb, Michael H., Michael, Ben, Sara L. Gary C, Mark S., for their encouragement, reading, and thought provoking conversations. Grateful acknowledgments also to the Mercury Café for open mic poetry, Paris on the Platte where many conversations were had, Dakota Ridge High School, St. John’s College in Santa Fe New Mexico faculty and students, and Arapahoe Community College faculty and students.

      Which Cup?

      Father's grandmother drank with her fingertips,

      Water cleansed by buried hair and

      Guttural breath.

      My grandfather

      Drank to his health and to his fill

      Out of a glass cup, shaped from the searing sands.

      Our friend Michael survived out of leather skin.

      Brother sipped out of fired ground,

      That cup of clay.

      I tell you friend

      Uncle gargled with ancient gods

      His precious communion born within sun's blood.

      I rising drink out of the sky with my mouth,

      It caresses me at its side.

      Does your hand use this small device

      To take from water we have drunk?

      Plaza de España

      Father passes café con leche,

      To the boy at his side.

      The boy’s pattering, youthful feet

      spread on concrete

      Covered in mud, purple stained and

      Smelling of thyme.

      Imagine,

      These small feet

      Crushed the crocus flowers.

      Notice their broken perfume,

      Save the petals for another day.

      Brushwork and Sketches

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