Friday, June 13, 2014

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Vinyl Art Pieces
Item Number
Title
Artist
Photo
Description
1
Noah Kessler

7” Vinyl Figurine
2
Lisa De St. Croix


7” Vinyl Figurine
3
Emily M. Sperry


7” Vinyl Figurine
4
Liz Sanquiche


7” Vinyl Figurine
5
Miriam Saba


7” Vinyl Figurine
6
SOLD
Release


7” Vinyl Figurine
7
Paul Robinson, a.k.a. “Mostly Harmless”


7” Vinyl Figurine
8
SOLD
Warren Montoya
REZONATE Art


7” Vinyl Figurine
9
SOLD
Rudy WL Montoya


7” Vinyl Figurine
10
SOLD
Mendy Mills


7” Vinyl Figurine on a 6 foot Frame
11
Ria Mazumdar and Enlace Comunitario


18” Vinyl Figurine
12
Gabriel Eloy Martinez “GEM”


7” Vinyl Figurine
13
Samantha Huynh


7” Vinyl Figurine
14
Cyrus Moses Gould


7” Vinyl Figurine
15
Michael Gates


7” Vinyl Figurine




17
Joel Henry, a.k.a. “Bearface”


7” Vinyl Figurine
18
Savannah Bustillo


7” Vinyl Figurine
19
SOLD
Nick Griffith


2.5” Vinyl Figurine




                 Poems                                                               
Poem Number
Poem
Poet
1.

Natalia Trevino
2.

Levi Romero
3.
Adam Rubinstein
4.
Liz SanQuiche
5.
Irene Lara Silva
6.

7.
Natalia Trevino
8.
Carlos Contreras
9.
Jessica Helen Lopez
10.

Tony Mares
11.

Anonymous

Silent Auction- Poem- Outside the Margins

Outside the Margins
Anonymous, 2014

We have set aside our primeval brethren.
They were the first children to utter the names of light and dark
And now they are discarded by the same tongues that named them.
Each one, as they slouch beyond the gates of oblivion turns to us
They ask what they have done to be forgotten
But we do not hear them.
They say their names and the echoes shake the girders of belief
                                And yet we do not hear them.
“I am the tongue of Eden,
I am Yggdrasil, the world tree,
I am Fuerza, who stood at your door on your naming day
I am pride’s light, I am Ra, who is always inside you
I am the Seven of Wands,
I am the living wound; I am the name of broken homes,
I am the repository of unrequited love,
I am quicksand and I am dignity,
I am the forced smile and I am the historical rape,
I am the fields of kindness, I am eager, and yet I am the ashes that mark the first birds,
I am desperation and I am consumed,
I am the barbed wire; I am Odin’s wheelchair,
I am the purchased, a hole in utopia’s gutter,
I am the electric ether, I am anonymity,
I am the stillborn, the unpretty color,
I am the yucca that baptized the oldest stones,
I am the first to sit on the throne of poverty,
I am the Guardian of Oppression.”

And despite the call of these ancient names
                                We do not hear them.
We betray them and send them one step beyond their own names.
One day in shame, we shall all discover that we are all there too.

We will one day learn that we are pilgrims of a common exile.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Silent Auction- Poem- The Legend of the Scarecrow

The Legend of the Scarecrow

Once upon a time
crows flapped around the scarecrow
macaws, parrots, blue herons,
birds of every hue had no use
for the scary stand-in for humans
scarecrow didn’t like it
the birds are okay he said
I want to be their friend

okay said the humans until
they dropped their smiles
tortured and killed the scarecrow

one blind crow saw it happen
remembered he’d squawked
at the friendly scarecrow
he saw it all, he repented

there was general mourning in birdland
they knew they’d made a mistake
so the crows dressed in black
the macaws, the parrots, the blue herons
all dressed in black

now we grope our way in the sunless
bombed out world we live in
we dress in black inside ourselves
once upon a time is now

Tony Mares
05/14/145