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Late Ripeness “Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before. I was not separated from people, grief and pity joined us. We forget - I kept saying - that we are all children of the King. For where we come from there is no division into Yes and No, into is, was, and will be. We were miserable, we used no more than a hundredth part of the gift we received for our long journey. Moments from yesterday and from centuries ago - a sword blow, the painting of eyelashes before a mirror of polished metal, a lethal musket shot, a caravel staving its hull against a reef - they dwell in us, waiting for a fulfillment. I knew, always, that I would be a worker in the vineyard, as are all men and women living at the same time, whether they are aware of it or not.” ~ Czeslaw Milosz ~ My name is Cristina Jill Mosqueda Cooper. I pause looking at my name, and think about how much there is to explain with those words alone. My mother gave me a name to use in each of my worlds, Cristina for my Cuban life, and Jill for the American life. I suppose it is there were the paradoxes of my life began. I have been many things in my life, from a housekeeper to a high school history teacher; but no matter what else I did, I was always a writer. I love words and the power and passion which they can be used to create. I love reading words, writing words, speaking words, and listening to words – especially words from people that I love and respect. It is my desire to live life on my own terms, and willingly or not, I have paid the price demanded, by the world, to be myself. I share my life with Kate, with whom I have lived for the last 23 years, and Miss Merry Margaret, our little mutt who really is the world’s most perfect dog. I also travel, cook, garden, sculpt, and make large messes doing all of the above. Welcome to my world, that is all for now.

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Poet’s Corner

April 1, 2013

As One Listens To The Rain by Octavio Paz   Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, the day is still leaving, the night has yet to arrive, figurations of mist at the turn of the...
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March 1, 2013

Ever Since by Archibald MacLeish   What do you remember thinking back? What do you think of at dusk in the slack Evening when the mind refills With the cool past as a well fills in Darkness from forgotten rains?   Do you think of walking in the all-night train, The curtains drawn, the...
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Poet’s Corner

February 1, 2013

Will you be my friend? by James Kavanaugh   Will you be my friend? There are so many reasons why you never should: I’m sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive, My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give, I talk about myself when I’m afraid And often spend a day without...
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Poet’s Corner

January 2, 2013

Cuando salí de Cuba by Luis Aguilé   Nunca podré morirme, mi corazón no lo tengo aquí, alguien me está esperando, me está aguardando que vuelva allí. Cuando salí de Cuba dejé mi vida, dejé mi amor Cuando salí de Cuba dejé enterrado mi corazón. Late y sigue latiendo porque mi tierra vida le...
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Poet’s Corner

November 2, 2012

  “I Hope You Dance” by Mark D. Sanders and Tia Sillers I hope you never lose your sense of wonder, You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger, May you never take one single breath for granted, God forbid love ever leave you empty handed, I hope you still feel...
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October 3, 2012

A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,...
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Moving Pictures

August 28, 2012

Meet Miss Annaka While sitting at Bob’s Clam Hut, our second favorite restaurant, Miss Annaka, my first great-niece, and I had a chat.  Perhaps, I am being over indulgent, but watch as Beth and Kyle’s brilliant daughter, reacts to my mention of her eyes, smiles, and wildly busy mind!  Annaka
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Poet’s Corner

February 13, 2012

  Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines by Pablo Neruda   Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry And the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’ The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved...
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Poet’s Corner

January 12, 2012

Explanations of Love by Carl Sandburg There is a place where love begins and a place where love ends. There is a touch of two hands that foils all dictionaries. There is a look of eyes fierce as a bigBethlehemopen-hearth furnace or a little green-fire acetylene torch. There are single careless bywords portentous as...
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Poet’s Corner

December 11, 2011

  When You Are Old by William ButlerYeats  When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.   How many loved your moments of glad grace,...
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