Ernesto Tinajero
- Location
- Spokane Valley, Washington, USA
- Birthday
- July 23
- Title
- Life and Faith
- Bio
- Pastor and Christian writer
MY RECENT POSTS
- Mother's Day Poem for My Wife
May 08, 2013 12:41PM - I love Winnie Cooper
April 24, 2013 02:21PM - Charles Bukowski, Poet of the
Loveless
March 11, 2013 04:32PM - Shaping Love beyond Legalism
February 26, 2013 12:56PM - God rides the Bus
February 21, 2013 05:05PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Stathi,
Thanks
for the encouragement.”
May 09, 2013 11:11AM - “Thank you for comments.
I do like that song. Also, on
the
atheist part, Jesus,
wh…”
February 25, 2013 02:40PM - “When I met him in the
early nineties in Aspen, I was
left
with the answer to
the…”
May 14, 2012 07:00PM - “I love reading Steve
Almond's take down of his
Republican
critics. The
attacks he…”
April 23, 2012 03:57PM - “The question, serious as
it is unasked, how do we
place
ourselves above others.
O…”
April 09, 2012 11:45AM
Ernesto Tinajero's Links
AUGUST 30, 2011 8:22PM
Invention and Necessity
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Invention and Necessity
You, the first time we danced the
mambo,
you, in a new faux faded pale pink print,
bought
for the occasion from a store the
caters
to poor hip grad students like us,
were
incandescent beyond any filiment
or tungsten that Edison could dream
of. What should we speak about t… Read full post »
AUGUST 30, 2011 12:30AM
Cooked At A Different Temperatures
Cooked At A Different Temperatures
The topic of love has been left
to the dark yellow hit machines
of the popular movie making magic
and muscle bound music of a marketing
moose going down the street asking
for what everyone wants to hear.… Read full post »
AUGUST 27, 2011 6:28PM
The Lifecycles of Love
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The Lifecycles of Love
The morning stroll with the child in red
jogger
shakes with water forced from
sprinklers.
We walk on and our son, who has your
strawberry
tinged hair, squeals about the red toy
car
he imagines large. The roads teem with
garage
sale traffic. People looking to buy a
deal… Read full post »
AUGUST 26, 2011 4:39PM
The Market Falls
The Small Drama ofShort Term
Debt
Watermelon woman, touched by dirt,
Drink up the heat as a quiet dream.
I leave you each morning, a thousand
Deaths, as you sleep. Did you wake
In a rush as the buzz or the child
Sounded, or in the calm of seeping
Tea? I drink coffee on a… Read full post »
AUGUST 25, 2011 2:41PM
Memories Madelienes and Pomegranates
A Literary landmark, Marcel Proust invokes a lost world early
in Swann's Way out of a pastry dip in tea. Food and wine, bread and
juice, even the smallest of taste can summon a world out of
nothing. Food embeds in our stories. Taste, smell, texture all
apply both to… Read full post »
AUGUST 24, 2011 7:33PM
Love cycles
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Waters Like Eyelids
Let us come to the well
again. Water falls from
darkness of the sky and flows
underground to feed
aquifer we tap into for drink
we need. Love continues
the path from air to earth
to us and so forth. Lace
moves through lawn,
thinning out the carrots,
part of the garden we planeted
this s… Read full post »
AUGUST 23, 2011 4:35PM
The Fear that knows my name
Fearing What theDoctor Finds
The glimmer of health, what we pray for,
Runs in the mind, but be with another
For years and it solidifies into a table.
Doctors, hospitals, the unknown ailments,
These are but dishes served with the whole
Of meal. How does one spot love in a CAT
Scan? Time spins the table and t/…
AUGUST 23, 2011 12:39AM
Love poem on Moonlight
The Good Night Kiss
The weary bones show life.
The night clock ticks its countdown
to a buzz, signaling the beginning.
The end of the night, and we
are still growing together. Moonlight
covers the nakedness of bathing
in the midnight… Read full post »
AUGUST 22, 2011 2:32PM
The Eternal, Gaddafi, and Living Words
AUGUST 21, 2011 1:52AM
The Hot days of August
If Octoberfest is in September, What about August
August sun moved others to revolution,
I am filled with your stillness. You
dance
in the quiet silence and heated
afternoon.
We journey into the dark mountains
for fruit. The drive overdrives with the
constant
chatter of wordless conversation.… Read full post »
AUGUST 19, 2011 8:00PM
Love poem on the Ache of Missing Life
AUGUST 18, 2011 7:31PM
Time and Love
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Time and Love
The game of love by boys playing games of
measurements,
A, B, C, D cups and 7, 8, 9, 10, hold little
interest. Love
in the act of live, the very act of my
living differs frombeing
in love, frozen to the changes within
time.
I sing of you, even… Read full post »
AUGUST 17, 2011 6:52PM
Blending Time Together
Blending Time Together
Forgive the forgotten kiss. Forgive being
late. Forgive the misspoken, misunderstood
word. Love expands as the eyes widen.
Midlife love learns beyond the expectation
of the singular taste of all oranges. Peel
one and the flavor stays unique onto itself.
Blending a bath gives… Read full post »
AUGUST 16, 2011 12:21PM
Learning to see: Poetry, meditation and Truth
Recently on NPR there was a piece on how Evangelical Baptists are debating the story of Adam and Eve. The piece look at how some conservative scholars are questioning the historical viability of the account. The predicable push back from the literalists' camp comes:
"From my viewpoint, a… Read full post »
AUGUST 16, 2011 10:48AM
Notes on Love and Cardo
Notes on Love and Cardo
The heart must be pushed
to be healthy. A morning’s sweat
with blood moving to its own
beat removes layers of prepackaged fat.
My wife
cleans the mucus collecting
on our two year old’s eye,
a quick and confident sweep.
A friend announces
his wife is trading him in.
His despair fills…
The heart must be pushed
to be healthy. A morning’s sweat
with blood moving to its own
beat removes layers of prepackaged fat.
My wife
cleans the mucus collecting
on our two year old’s eye,
a quick and confident sweep.
A friend announces
his wife is trading him in.
His despair fills…
AUGUST 15, 2011 11:06PM
Love Poem 2 - 30 days Challenge
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The Differences
The DifferencesTo be in love flattens
out the curves
of a woman’s
details.
Yesterday, the mountain
light reflected red
off the berries. We look for the star
at the center filled huckleberries,
the sign of being able to eat
them. Gathering among the bees
our skin shimmers with a concation
created
to war… Read full post »
AUGUST 14, 2011 12:27PM
Love, Another Challlenge
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I finished my 30 days of poems and now I am starting to a new 30
days of poems. What l learn in the first 30 days I will write
later. It did connect me to all those years of writer workshops and
my love of poetics and the theory of… Read full post »
AUGUST 8, 2011 3:07PM
An Exile Discovers Home
Then I said to them, “You see the trouble we
are in, how Jerusalem lies in ruins with its gates burned. Come let
us rebuild the wall of Jerusalem, so that we may no longer suffer
disgrace.†I told them that the hand of God had been
gracious upon me, and… Read full post »
AUGUST 7, 2011 1:46PM
Concern, but for who?
Waiting to Be Seated a Local Dinner, When a Stranger,
Noticing My Son’s Eye, has to Offer an Opinion about God
Healing My Son and How His Wife, a Nurse, goes to Africa and Helps
Kids that Look Like Monsters Due to Birth Defects look Almost
Normal.
-A rant… Read full post »
AUGUST 6, 2011 8:34PM
Echoes of Life in the Morning
Echoes of Life in the Morning
The down daily dose of sunshine gives us time
of heat and play. Father, son, and love mix
today. The red wagon, with no white chickens
beside it, runs on concrete, runs on grass,
runs with a boy of two riding and singing .
Summertime and the living loafs among/…
AUGUST 5, 2011 1:23PM
The Three Fold Attitude of Man
AUGUST 5, 2011 10:47AM
A Lump of Sugar Dissolves in Water
What makes a subject difficult to understand — if it is significant, important — is not that some special instruction about abstruse things is necessary to understand it. Rather it is the contrast between the understanding of the subject and what most people want to see. Because… Read full post »
AUGUST 4, 2011 3:59PM
In the Valley of the Bones
In the Valley of the Bones
The town has left before we arrived.
All that was left, like empty pillow cases,
Was the hole where once stood concrete veils
That rose to the sky. Now, all that is left
Is the sadness of love forgone. I bend
At the hip and pick a bit of…
The town has left before we arrived.
All that was left, like empty pillow cases,
Was the hole where once stood concrete veils
That rose to the sky. Now, all that is left
Is the sadness of love forgone. I bend
At the hip and pick a bit of…
AUGUST 4, 2011 1:09PM
Quitting the Cardboard Life
AUGUST 3, 2011 12:33PM
Radioactive Greed Dragon Shallows the City on the Hill
I mined my journal to get ideas for today's poem. In the section I
read form the wandering mensch of my mind, I considered the the
claim about the value of greed by Milton Freidman. It was later
satirized by Michael Douglas's portrayal of Gordon Gekko in Wall
Street. (Ivan Boesky…
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