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Students Serving The Cal Poly Humboldt Campus and Community Since 1929

Tag: Poetry

  • An excerpt from Sanctuary

    An excerpt from Sanctuary

    Sanctuary: A book of essays on faith (with some romantic poetry mixed in) 

    By Alexandra Berrocal

    I

    Dream of

    Red hair and

    Soft green eyes. 

    The eyes of my mother.

    I have dreamed of her for

    Decades upon decades and

    Centuries upon centuries.  I paint

    Her because she is clear when all fades.

    The one thing I reliably recall.

    She walks into the front door of my space

    I feel like she has entered myself

    And with every painting she sees

    She gazes into my soul.

    A soul that’s filled with her.

    For time after time

    I look at her

    And feel I

    Collapse 

    In.

    Graphic by Griffin Mancuso
  • What even is being alive?

    by Emma Wilson

    A constant motion of lovely things

    A constant flow through an endless cycle 

    As a being 

    Being a being with other beings 

    I remember this flow I live through

    And the things that help me feel

    Walking in the forest moves my feet 

    Swimming in the river holds my aching spine

    Climbing up that incline allows me to hear my heartbeat

    Biking down the street makes my breath feel divine 

    Moving through the world reminds me of what is real

    Even through this rough tough world

    I feel as though I can be alive 

    Not alone anymore 

    Even when I remember being so 

    so, so alone

    I know people too understand 

    For I am here

    A being just being real

    Though I am constantly afraid

    I am strong with those standing by my side.

  • Jimmy Baca brings poetry to the people with Project Rebound

    Jimmy Baca brings poetry to the people with Project Rebound

    By Abraham Navarro

    A group of formerly incarcerated students picked up their ultra-wide pizza slabs and towering salad mounds from the counter at the Arcata Pizza Deli. They dragged two tables together, commandeering chairs from the surrounding tables and gathered for the feast. Each of the Project Rebound members were hungry for conversation with the famous award-winning Chicano poet, memoirist and member of the family Jimmy Santiago Baca.

    One of them asks him across the table as he takes a sip of his drink, “So, what’s the pale white monster that’s coming up to get you, Jimmy?”

    They were asking about an excerpt he read from a story where he steps out over frigid ice as it splinters beneath his weight to prove his love for his wife, Stacy.

    “Ah when you’re a kid you look deep in the water under the ice, you imagine all sorts of things,” Baca says.

    Photo by Abraham Navarro | Jimmy Santiago Baca, Chicano Poet, speaks to Cal Poly Humboldt Project Rebound in the Great Hall on March 23.

    Baca has a deep raspy voice, and he lights up when he talks to the student. He has a shaved head, furrowed brow with welcoming brown eyes and a warm complexion. Although he’s bundled up against the Humboldt evening chill in a black turtleneck and a blue down jacket, he feels cozy and right at home amongst the formerly incarcerated and system-impacted students from Cal Poly Humboldt’s chapter of Project Rebound.

    Earlier in the evening in the Great Hall above the College Creek Marketplace he read exclusive excerpts from some of his unpublished work and other poems and stories of his during the Project Rebound’s third annual Reentry Forum.

    Project Rebound is a program for formerly incarcerated and system impacted students at Cal Poly Humboldt. According to their website they aim to empower individuals convicted of a crime in a county, state, or federal jurisdiction who have clearly expressed their desire and readiness to earn a degree at Humboldt.

    Baca has been to previous reentry forums, even attending via Zoom during the pandemic restrictions to show his support for Project Rebound and getting to know the members like Tammy Phrakonkham, 30, a Cal Poly Humboldt Project Rebound member and a returning graduate student majoring in geology in the fall.

    When Phrakonkham heard Baca read his stories and share his wisdom, she felt as though her experiences being formerly incarcerated were validated. Her family comes from Laos as refugees to the United States. Growing up in impoverished conditions, she remembers her brothers and uncles all working in gangs, and she followed suit. Phrakonkham was incarcerated for stealing cars and trafficking ecstasy.

    “It was all I knew,” she said. “When I listen to Jimmy, I feel like I’m not the only one.”

    Despite years of isolation due to the pandemic, Baca was happy to make an appearance in Humboldt to visit his friends at Project Rebound, the first event he said he has been to since COVID-19 caused the shift to online events.

    “You all have become like my adopted family,” he said to them. “If it wasn’t Project Rebound I wouldn’t have even gotten on that flight!”

    Baca was adamant that poetry was for the people, those who suffer and work, play, cry, feel, live and die; poetry was not something that could be hoarded by the wealthy, kept from the poor. It was created by the people and it should be given back to the people. By sharing his work with Project Rebound, Baca feels like he has done that, and he has made a family out of them in the process.

  • Photo Essay: Contrary

    by Lex Valtenbergs

    Photo by Lex Valtenbergs

    Breathe in,

    breathe out

    Feel divine pneuma

    climb up your lungs

    and oxygenate your blood

    Lock yourself

    in the closet

    and throw away the key

    Shut your eyes

    and pray to God almighty

    To eradicate your sins

    But not the shame

    Straddle opposing parts of you

    like church pews

    Dangling legs and

    Roving eyes

    When will the sermon end?

    It ends with you

    and begins anew.

  • Sweet as Honey

    Sweet as Honey

    Guest columnist and Elementary Education major Tim Rupiper waxes poetic about those perfect summer moments

    It’s 7 AM. The bags packed the night before wait restlessly by the door while you finish your morning coffee and watch as the world around you is blanketed with new light. You wash your mug in the sink, dry your hands and look to the street outside.

    With your friends in tow, the door to the apartment will shut, the car engine will ignite to life and you’ll be off.

    As an evergreen backdrop paints your drive, you barrel down the highway, occasionally pulling over to marvel at the vast beauty that is, simply, nature. Gaze upon it long enough and you become shockingly aware of just how microscopic you are in comparison to the trees, to the Earth and to the universe. Leave it to a tree or a mountain to put you in your place.

    You continue on past the tar and glass, shortening the distance between you and your destination. Once or twice you stop at an oasis on the highway where people just like you, from all over, stop to stretch their legs, use the restroom, and do so in comfortable silence. The deafening roar of the highway calls you back.

    You listen to your music, indulge in snacks, but something about driving long hours and far distances turns the playlist from the bops you and your friends bump, into the music that made you. It’s a calming background for the passing landscape.

    Along the journey, you may stop at a friend’s house to spend the night on a makeshift bed; an old couch or blankets piled on the floor. You breathe, brush your teeth and get ready for the next day’s adventures. Excited to find things to add to the books of your life and the stories yet to tell.

    The drive is exhausting—it tests your patience and the routes seem to blend into each other. Your wallet gasps for air and your body is exhausted. You long for some alone time. Your suitcase slowly eats away the clean clothes. The endless traveling is terrible but extremely rewarding and completely worth it.

    Once you’re home and back to real life, the routines you had before will start up again. All that’s happened will become memories, a distant object in your rearview. These memories will help pass the days and keep you humble while you build anticipation for your next journey.

    This is summer. A word dripping like honey from your lips each time it’s spoken. Its sweetness providing a canvas for the moments that last a lifetime.

  • Eco-Poets take the stage

    Eco-Poets take the stage

    Three poets read for national poetry month at Northtown Books

    As climate change and loss of natural landscapes increase every year, what else is there to do but write poetry about it?

    Humboldt County poet laureate Jerry Martien was joined by Kirk Lumpkin and Vinnie Peloso for a night of poetry at Northtown Books during Arcata Arts Alive. These poets were three of 149 contributors to “Fire and Rain: Ecopoetry of California,” an anthology of poetry dedicated to California’s ecology.

    “All the proceeds and profits of this book goes to environmental organizations,” Peloso said to the crowd of eager listeners.

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    Poet Vinnie Peloso reads from “Fire and Rain: Ecopoetry of California” during Arcata Arts Alive poetry reading at Northtown Books on Friday April 12. | Photo by T. William Wallin

    Peloso’s poems are in a section called “Coastal Redwoods” which he said was ironic because he grew up in “the wilds of New Jersey.” Peloso proceeded to tell the crowd of his first experience with a redwood tree.

    He was driving in New Jersey toward what he thought was a redwood tree and the closer he got, the more and more he was convinced it was a redwood tree.

    “I realized it wasn’t a redwood tree,” Peloso said. “It wasn’t even a tree at all. It was a cell phone tower.”

    The first poem Peloso read was “Wounded.” This poem was written 25 years ago and revised 22 times before it was published in this anthology. Although Peloso is a published poet he acknowledged that poems must be revised from time to time.

    His poem begins with walking in the old grove redwoods that make up the Arcata Community Forest. The narrator of the poem observes felled trees among younger trees and says of the scene it makes “it harder to meet these trees unwounded”.

    Our very own poet laureate, Jerry Martien, was the closing poet to end the night. Martien said the other two poets were “stalwarts of poetry” and for many years held down the poetry series at the local Jambalaya Club.

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    Humboldt County poet laureate, Jerry Martien, reads his poem “In the Pines” during Arcata Arts Alive at Northtown Books on Friday April 12, 2019. T.William Wallin

    He even made a quick quip towards the recent shutting down of KHSU by saying the two poets held reading series for the local radio station but “I don’t even remember what its called anymore.” Martien read three end-of-summer love poems from lament to early spring.

    “Willow along the trail, beginning to yellow, dry sand on the dune face refusing to hold,” began Martien’s first poem, called “In the Pines.” “Each grain separate and distinct, wanting to be part of the whole again.”

    Between each pause Martien sets a visionary scene of environment while simultaneously expressing the contemplations that come with the end of the summer season. “In the Pines” is set as a walk through the Manila Dunes. The coastal forest landscape comes to life and the listener can smell the salty sea air of the Pacific. Martien’s second poem is a journey East outside of Humboldt County, “when the rain finally stopped,” sometime after spring.

    “At the summit of the coast range fog stops, we go out of Mad River drainage down into Redwood Creek, up again to Willow Creek to follow Trinity,” begins Martien’s poem “Losing the Lines.” “Cross over to another country, so long salt, greetings mountain air.”

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    Poet Kirk Lumpkin reads an ode to poison oak during Arcata Arts Alive poetry reading at Northtown Books on Friday April 12. | Photo by T. William Wallin

    The real stealer of the show was Kirk Lumpkin of Mendocino County. Because he traveled such a far distance he was given more time than the other two poets, which was needed for a costume change. Lumpkin read a couple of poems then dragged a box towards the stage. Tucked inside were two bird suits, beak and all.

    Lumpkin took on the persona of a Blue Jay and a Steller’s Jay. But purposely dropped off the apostrophe that follows Steller when introducing his alter-ego.

    Lumpkin rapped as MC Steller and MC Blue Jay in the full-body bird costumes and made the performance interactive by having the audience make bird sounds during the chorus.

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    Poet Kirk Lumpkin as MC blue jay during Arcata Arts Alive poetry reading at Northtown Books on Friday April 12, 2019. | Photo by T.William Wallin

    Every patron of the poetry reading was cawing, “Vreep,” and dipping in their seats, becoming one with Lumpkin’s poetry raps.

    Moments like these might be seen as odd elsewhere, but are the missing ingredients that sets Humboldt apart as a unique location in Calif.