Friday, March 30, 2012

Memories: A Poem

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Memories by Armando Ortiz Our memories are fading photographs hidden between pages inside forgotten albums Where fading peach sunsets border...
Thursday, March 22, 2012

Growing up in Los Angeles (Part Eight): El Piojito

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Part 8: El Piojito By Armando Ortiz My dad once told me a story. It was about how my mom got swindled out of fifty dollars. It took place a ...
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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Andy Zamora: Artists in Los Angeles

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Andy Zamora:  Artists of Los Angeles by Armando Ortiz The purpose of this interview, and all future interviews, is to showcase and briefly t...
Saturday, February 18, 2012

Families: Poem

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Families By Armando Ortiz Families are wild flowers. nameless is the creek where baptized words float away. Lineage, there is none, just end...
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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Hummingbird No.2: A Poem

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Hummingbird No. 2 by Armando Ortiz Let the bullets of war  become shooting hummingbirds  that pierce armors of fear and  pollinate the heart...
Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Waiting: A Poem

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Waiting by Armando Ortiz I wait for you to return to this side where the earth is young, Laying here marking off the days that fall like dea...
Sunday, February 5, 2012

Growing up in Los Angeles (Part Seven): Splitting of Electrons

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Part 7: Splitting of Electrons  By Armando Ortiz All you get is the splitting of electrons. That is what she said after I explained to her w...
Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Poem: Trying to forget you

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Trying to forget you by Armando Ortiz The last plum blossom has fallen, joining past events, in that precipice of forgotten decay. Soon leav...
Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Growing up in Los Angeles (Part Six): El Biker - Bikers of South Central L.A.

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Part 6: El Biker - Bikers of South Central L.A. By Armando Ortiz Back when my dad had volunteered us to work at the recently purchased chur...
Thursday, January 26, 2012

Aldous Huxley's Crome Yellow and Roberto Bolano's 2666: On Society

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“ No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.” Roberto Bolano, 2666 , p.348 Aldous Huxley...