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

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

California Burning

while California burns

the sky is a white haze

air a smokey redwood scent

a birthday barbecue gone bad

when you've left your toast
a little too long
in the stainless steel
aluminum toaster

or you pressed
down the black plastic
lever
twice

two
times*

by mistake

making expresso
without water

the arabica blend
turning darker
blacker

your finger tips
darker
pink
with just
a graze

the butter melts
at the sight
of it

white buttery blur

charred

singed

the contours of the redwoods
white smoke

like a late night bar
in Wynwood
in a Tavern in Jalisco
Sitges
Little Havana
Brickell

after the AA meetings
after the aquittal
after discharge
after admittance
after the wedding

after the squirrel
ran up the tree

down
down

twice by mistake*

beechwood
driftwood

to let me know
it
will
all be ok

his golden brown tail
singed

just the tip
just the tip

the tail regrew
while dancing
down the trunk

just
temporarily

temporarily.



two squirrels blue bench California. 2017, Stella Santamaria



Monday, September 25, 2017

She appears

She appears
dazzling
eight legs

eight eyes

tattooed
tattooed
on my neck

she peaks
out

from my
neck
my
black
turtleneck

she appears

dazzling
eyes
dark
mesmerizing

She
She has legs

eight

She has eyes

eight

infinitely.

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

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

and there she "doe"s

Cali doe. 2017, Stella Santamaria

the doe and mama
got out of the way
as we were on our way

the baby looked
behind

looked at us

a key deer
key deer

in Cali

small, dainty
bouncy feet
bouncy legs
bouncy. bouncy

galloping past
hooves in the air
like Rudolph on Santa's sleigh

shiny black hooves aerial
on the still grey night concrete

nine
Pacific

midnight
in the Keys
Keys.

clackety, clack. clack.

baby and mama deer
doe
fawn
doe
and fawn.

safe across the border
across the highway
across the free way

Safe
Safe from Irma

Safe.