A Poetry Showcase for Christian Garduno (September 2022)

Aztec Moon Farmacie

I hear a harmonium in your head
seeping into our Super 16 mm dreams
like, together in isolation or rather
trying to get a message to you
on the other side of Montauk

You were never there
& I was never here
You’re just a baam claat man
I’m gonna go down into the subway
and catch the first train
that crashes into the sun

I’ve been holding my breath for half my life
lurching towards your dark pantomime in the morning
the candle shatters and I know it must be time to go
I can feel the stars start to cross
all the way from the other side of Montauk

You were a house of cards
& I was the gasoline
we’ve got charisma to burn
I’m gonna go down into the subway
and catch the first train
that crashes into the sun

We’re always making other arrangements
when did we get so used to hard times

Variations of Virginia

History is the first version of the future
and wasn’t it Cervantes who said- wait, or was it Burroughs-
either way, the present is quite irrelevant
it’s really winner take all
and yes, this will be on the Final

They don’t know
how fast time goes

Back in my University days
there were quite a lot of Fellows who used to say-
so much can go down between Christmas and New Year’s Day
either way, the presents are irrelevant
when it’s winner take all

They don’t know
how fast time can slow

One can be a crowd when the anonymous becomes Universal
it reminds me of when Tartuffe got lost in the glitch
ah, the atrocities of the flesh
most of the time the present is out of context
and don’t the winner take it all

They just don’t know
how slow time can flow

Fortune Cookies

One cannot sail in
two boats at the same time

Sometimes in life
we must hedge our bets

Bio: Christian Garduno’s work can be read in over 100 literary magazines. He’s the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry, a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest, and a Finalist in the 2021 Julia Darling Memorial Poetry Prize. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan.

Poetry from Christian Garduno “El Dorado”

Poetry : Dying Diamond by Christian Garduno

Poetry by Christian Garduno: “Point of Levity”

Poetry: That’s How You Put Faith in Me by Christian Garduno

3 poems from Christian Garduno influenced by Bob Dylan

A Poetry Showcase by Christian Garduno

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Christian Garduno



Poetry based on Photography challenge from Ankh Spice pt. 3

(c) Ankh Spice

Can you describe this beautiful photo taken by (c)Ankh Spice better than Ankh?

“a thousand miles of grey wind-calved mountains on a veil-world, material for a sorcerer’s armour, fallen bits of storm-sky, shoals of glass sharks” -Ankh Spice

” a seascape – choppy, restless pewter sea in endless unbroken waterpeaks. Long dark hills brood sleeping-dragonry alon gthe horizon, a split of orange dawn/dusk firing down the spine. The rest of the sky is exhaled smoke, beginning to tint around the ember” – Ankh Spice

Untitled from Petar Penda

Gold beams touch the sea
While they glide behind the hill,
The last greeting is mild and soft
Like lovers' kiss when parting.
Still, it makes the water shudder
Thinking of tomorrow's long day
And promises of passionate encounters.

Untitled by Jacqueline P. Dempsey-Cohen (@boscoedempsey)

All day the sun had danced on these fledgling waves
jagged hillocks gleaming like rumpled silk
limning the peaks and valleys the ridges and folds with silver glints of fire. 
Now as the sun retreats to gild the hills  
the waves rekindle its fevered touch
tamping it down to drown in fathomless depths
Swallowing it whole to sink below wrinkled water
to resurface as hammered silver jewels
A burning grace

Sunburst by Robert Allen  (www.robertallenpoet.com)

Nimbocumulus clouds
press into the mountains
like secret handshakes 
behind the hills, ablaze–
the waves not noticing as they
rake away the sea.   


The Last Wave by Christian Garduno

One earbud for you, one for me
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
seagulls floating on the thermals
this wave starts in Petaluma
goes all the way around to Myrtle Beach
you sigh in contralto
the cavemen must have really had it all
because even the Moon is tethered
just ask the spaceman

The sky has limeade eyes
the clouds are pinstriped
I saw your soul set as the sun came up
there’s no sense in trying to interpret you
maybe it’s the bottle of dry talking
you’re the summer I hope never ends
the sea-foam grasping to reach us
I close my eyes
and the last wave is gone

Poetry from Ankh Spice : Reclaiming the birdboy  

Poetry based on photography Challenge from Ankh Spice pt. 1 

Poetry based on Photography Challenge from Ankh Spice pt 2

Poetry by Petar Penda : Tiresias

www.robertallenpoet.com

Poetry : Dying Diamond by Christian Garduno













Poetry from Christian Garduno “El Dorado”

El Dorado

It was an ocean blue sixty-nine El Dorado
from Chavez Ravine we drove into Denver, Colorado
we only had one tape
Chuck Berry’s the great twenty-eight

It was so bright
we had to stop and buy some shades
you were so damn quick
I didn’t even see you cop that thing

What’s in Denver?
Oh, someone I gotta see
I owe a fella a black and tan
just sit back and ride with me, man

Did you ever hear that story 
how the Spaniards thought this place
was paved with gold?
Imagine the look on their face!

You talk about the strangest things
on road trips like this
especially when no one says anything at all
and the tape flips over and starts playing again by itself


Bio: Christian Garduno’s work can be read in over 100 literary magazines. He’s the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry, a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest, and a Finalist in the 2021 Julia Darling Memorial Poetry Prize. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan.


Poetry : Dying Diamond by Christian Garduno

Dying Diamond

What makes you think I love the same way back when I loved you?
when you always had me thinking- oh no, what did I do?
Going over and over everything again in my mind
until I got so mixed up finally I just gave up

Things were only working when I was apologizing
how come I didn’t see that then?
And what exactly makes you think I love
like I loved back then?

My soul was such a wreck
heart-break was a safe bet
crying in my sleep wasn’t enough to you
I had to die in my dreams every night for you

You had to bury me so damn deep
the sad part was that I let you
And when I clawed myself out of my grave
the maddest part was that I didn’t regret you

They say it takes a diamond a thousand years to shine
but I look inside myself and I know I don’t have that kind of time
And from now on, my window may be closed
but don’t think I ever lock it



Bio: Christian Garduno’s work can be read in over 100 literary magazines. He’s the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry, a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest, and a Finalist in the 2021 Julia Darling Memorial Poetry Prize. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan.

Poetry by Christian Garduno: “Point of Levity”

Point of Levity

A thousand vows of silence
to push through the pale black lies
so I’m ready to go on and turn the record over
until we reach the point of levity
was it fog or was it steam?
premonitions of the universe being born in a dream
half of your soul is running some kind of interference
until you end up somebody’s something else
fading like a half-memory in the light
it rolls down to your collar bone
just like last time when we almost worked it out
you rocked me down to my foundations
there’s a crack in the dream and you both know that it’s over
you can’t out-run Eternity
although you can try it forever


Bio: Christian Garduno’s work can be read in over 100 literary magazines. He’s the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry, a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest, and a Finalist in the 2021 Julia Darling Memorial Poetry Prize. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan.