{"id":2015,"date":"2013-09-25T14:06:09","date_gmt":"2013-09-25T22:06:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=2015"},"modified":"2013-09-25T14:06:10","modified_gmt":"2013-09-25T22:06:10","slug":"carlos-martinez","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=2015","title":{"rendered":"Carlos Martinez"},"content":{"rendered":"

In the imagined forests of El Yunque
\n…..<\/span>The tropical forest of Puerto Rico<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Where I’ve never been. Where I will never go,
\nexcept in dreams on hot nights, windows<\/p>\n

cranked as open as they will go, where ghost frogs,
\nthe famed coqui,<\/em> will make its little sound, like<\/p>\n

sparks being struck from stone by teeth. There,
\nwhere it is humid, every leaf unidentifiable,<\/p>\n

dripping with metronome regularity, is where
\nI go, when I fall asleep, old head, gray head,<\/p>\n

nestled into old pillows that have come
\nthrough all of these years with me, alarm clock<\/p>\n

set for early, I wouldn’t want to miss anything
\nin what time remains. I wake on the other side,<\/p>\n

native, young, before the time
\nof the great wooden ships that appeared suddenly,<\/p>\n

not today, but a yesterday, long ago when steel helms
\nalmost rusted through cut through jungle foliage,<\/p>\n

swords in air weaving back and forth, the sound
\nof feet running into jungle, deeper, into darkness<\/p>\n

and history. I am there, genetic memory, made so
\nby the high Indian cheekbones of my mother,<\/p>\n

now dead, who drifted across open water
\nto bear me, one night, in a New York as gone<\/p>\n

as the jungles in which, when asleep, I run.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Carlos Martinez<\/a> is the author of the chapbooks\u00a0Meanwhile, Back in Kansas<\/cite>\u00a0<\/a>(Finishing Line Press, 2007),\u00a0The Cold Music of the Ocean\u00a0<\/cite><\/a>(Finishing Line Press, 2004), and The Raw Silk of the Dark<\/a> (Finishing Line Press, 2008). He was born in New York City and worked for many years in King County government before leaving to teach poetry and literature at Western Washington University. He lives in Ferndale, Washington.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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