Alicia Mogollón

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I've had very little formal training, I just like to write what i know, what I see, and occasionally meander around trying to find new things to write about. One of my favorite writing teachers, Joy Oshun [Pima College, Tucson, AZ] made a great impact on me by encouraging me to explore outside of my own realm of knowledge and experience to find inspiration. As a writer, I aspire to an abandonment of my preconceived schools of thought; I strive to step outside of the boxes that through conditioning and defense mechanism we humans often enclose ourselves in. See more of my writing at: http: //pilarmedellona.blogspot.com/ I am also a photographer and artist, so I am often inspired by imagery and conversely, my art is often inspired by the written word. Walkin' this world, a single mother for the past eleven years has been an arduous effort for me as it is for many. My son currently lives with my very wonderful sister as I work toward some sense of stability. My goal is to overcome the need for the 40-hour work week; reunite and live happily and peacefully with my son, as we make our way in this society and better our lives through creative endeavors. Through all of my experiences in life I have come to believe in the village mentality and strive to build community and share and receive info and resources wherever I go. 10-26-2008)

The Best Poem Of Alicia Mogollón

First Boy...

the first boy

has changed now

the first boy who was my freak of nature

laughing, silly one – sugarlumps

is now grown nigh manhood

iron cage fighter

i don't know him so much anymore

and second boy

whose mamma sick from post partum exhaustion

perhaps

bade me take him to sleep with me

second boy who i never really got a chance to know as well as

first boy

now weaves words with a beauty & passion

that i find myself in awe of

inspired

and these two

now almost men

remind me of how rapidly time

doth flit by

perhaps so that when third boy

my own boy

has reached this ages

i will not be

so surprised

perhaps to remind me

not to let him grow astray.



© August 2007
a poem written in contemplation of my first two nephews. In this poem I call my own boy third, though he is actually fourth, because, I never really new my third nephew when he was little.

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