Thursday, December 14, 2017

first frost

frost
on grass
like broken
glass
twinkling
in the AM
hesitantly
waiting
for my
lens
lens.

2017, Stella Santamaria
first frost in Cali.  2017, Stella Santamaria

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Mi Amiguis

Mi Amiguis, My friend

excerpt of poem
dedicated to: Ericka

singing in the car
going to the gym
then let's eat "healthy"
clinking wine goblets
make sure they shine
people watching
in

SoBe
The Mile
Key West

friends
agreeing
disagreeing
agreeing

last minute plans

a friend like Ericka

Mi Amiguis

old soul

she calmly said
change
and I'll wash
your jeans

when Chloe
sat on my lap
and peed on me

ssssssssssssss

disaster averted

with poolside
chats

rants
laughs

with friends
that's
so funny
so funny

My "planner"
grading party
partner

Erickita.
Another day in Miami Beach. 2017, Stella Santamaria

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

la belleza oculta

aqui

en California
cerca del mar
cerca del autopista

el primero de noviembre
con la belleza oculta

en mis libretas
con corazones
y palabras
sutiles
suaves
silvestres

el amor que te tengo
me averguenza

el amor que te tengo
es fragil

el amor que te tengo
me domina
me controla

el amor que te tengo
es obsesiva

el amor
no es asi
dicen los libros

y los poemas
de amor

en Egipto
en la Biblia
en los otros

libros que yo se
y debo conocer

el amor

el amor
esta aqui

aunque lo niege
aunque diga
que estoy bien
estoy
bien

sin ti.
sin ti.
Flor Rosada no tan silvestre. 2017, Stella Santamaria

dedicado a mi amor, Mauricio.

Friday, October 27, 2017

excerpt from "the orange moon as a bulb"

California pink sunset with words inspired in Hawaii.  2017, Stella Santamaria


the hand at the end of
my vision was yours
always yours.

Dedicated to:  Mauricio, my love.

the orange moon as a bulb

you only read an excerpt 
in my journal

you only read an excerpt

misconstrued

the hand at the end
of my vision
was yours
always yours

the orange moon
fluorescent bulbs
hanging empty shell
a string of luau lights

deep under
covered in dirt
leading
the way

the party path

swaying
with the surf
swaying
with our steps
on the Hawaiian shore
with the black surf
waiting

waiting for your return
from the red earth
redwood bark pressed against
your brown skin

fingernails pressed
bulbs swaying

the orange moon as a bulb

tunnels
of surf
green waves
red earth

laughter
black sand under
painted
coral finger nails

dark earth
black earth

your
dark tanned hands

our tanned hands
with Hawaiian
sugary sand

surf
with reef cuts on fingertips

salty blood
as we hold hands

fingers intertwined
my left
your right

raw organic sugar crystals
with arabica
under mine

under mine
mine

you lead the way

the hand
at the end of my vision
was yours
always yours.

Hawaiian black coral with my love.  2017, Stella Santamaria

Dedicated to my love:  Mauricio

Friday, September 22, 2017

el colibri

el colibri

Vi un colibri hoy.
El colibri me recuerda
del amor que te tengo
y la razon de estar aqui

en este lugar
lejos del mar

aqui
el colibri
se aparecio
cuando mire
hacia arriba
como magia

magico
magica
como yo

el colibri
me recuerda
de mis dias
en Africa
en Asia
en las islas
en Cuba

y aqui
en lo profundo
del mar
mirando hacia
arriba

aqui

aqui juegan los
ninos
los ninos



Floating Selfie in Museum.  2017, Stella Santamaria

Saturday, July 8, 2017

two toned

two toned rose 2017, Stella Santamaria

two toned rose
parading
yourself

wild
forgotten
French garden

in front of a
one story
concrete building

two toned rose

shades of
sweetness
pink lemonade
from the child manned stands
Maryland


West Coast
East Coast
roses grow
wild
on the West Coast

East Coast
need to be kept in the shade
watered
honey spoon fed
by

butterflies
butterflies.