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I would like to thank Bryan Borland and S.L. Corsua for both awarding me the Premio Dardos which is “given for recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing. These stamps were created with the intention of promoting fraternization between bloggers, a way of showing affection and gratitude for work that adds value to the Web”.

Bryan’s energy and ability to produce so much high quality writing forces me to steer clear for days at a time, for fear of being influenced by his work.

S.L.’s poetry, photographs and overall approach to blogging, have really made me want to be a better blogging friend to others who are working hard to make some art in this world.

Both bloggers represent for me the very best of what is possible; of what can happen when people get their hands on technology and use it to add to the conversation. I am humbled to have been nominated by two of the blogs I would definitely nominate myself for the award.

[According to the rules:

  1. Accept the award by posting it on your blog along with the name of the person that has granted the award and a link to his/her blog. [Note: Don’t forget to copy and paste the award jpeg itself to include on your own blog!]
  2. Pass the award to another five blogs that are worthy of this acknowledgment, remembering to contact each of them to let them know they have been selected for this award.]

Now I have to find my five favorite sites, but I couldn’t go on, without thanking Bryan and S.L.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.

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A hundred times a day

     they come at me

exotic particles from

     extra dimensions

from places I can’t imagine

     where the gravity

of a mother’s laughter

     doesn’t exist

in universes

     where there are

no points of light

     no bursting celebrations

against the darkness

     but only constellations

of sorrow and bad choices

     galaxies where black holes

are the safest place to be

     far from a father’s belt

or worse still shielded

     from the background radiation

left by the people

     who lent their

dust to make you

 

A hundred times a day

     I collide into the antimatter

          Of, whatever…

          Of, so what?

          Of, leave me the fuck alone.

I collide and neutralize

          With, here’s why

          And, because it matters

          And, as long as we are

both real and traveling

in the same space

at the same time

we will be drawn together

because opposites attract

and excite to the point

of explosion.

 

Just as before time

     there was no other

because we were one,

     now we leave traces

that verify the other’s existence.

 

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2008. All rights reserved.

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There is more blood in the Pyramid at Cheops

          Than there is in the Great Wall of China.

There is more blood in the Great Wall of China

          Than there is in the Roman Coliseum.

There was lots of blood in the Roman Coliseum.

          There is more blood in the Roman Coliseum

Than there is the Panama Canal.

          There is more blood in the Panama Canal

Than there is the Hoover Dam.

          There is more blood in the Hoover Dam

Than there is in the Empire State Building.

          There is less blood in the Empire State Building

Than there was on September 11th.

          There was less blood on September 11th

Than there was in Afghanistan.

          There was less blood in Afghanistan

Than there’s been in Iraq.

          There’s been lots of blood in Iraq.

© 2008 henry toromoreno

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I think the laws

of mathematics

     went awry when

     I thought this was a song.

I think I found a dozen

angels disguised as

     half-priced vegetables

     that I brought home.

I think I’m popping in

and out of existence

     more often nowadays

     when I am left alone.

I went looking

for an apple yesterday

     and came home

     thinking of this poem.

© 2008 henry toromoreno

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