Author Archives: Rumrazor

About Rumrazor

Just a malcontent surviving in Los Angeles, working the news, writing the poetry, making the films.

Hannah’s Lizard

saves her life. Hannah’s emotional support lizard is trained to see the signs and the symptoms and knows when to comfort Hannah. Hannah’s lizard will be able to save her life before any human could or would. Hannah’s lizard is … Continue reading

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Periphery

A colleague of mine, a friend I worked with side by side, a person on my periphery of knowledge, on the periphery of things and people I know in this world, died on Friday the day after Thanksgiving. I didn’t … Continue reading

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The Plazas Of Puerto Rico

“Well,” my mother says on the phone, “at least we are all still alive.” By the ‘we’ she means all our immediate and distant relations in Puerto Rico, they are all still alive. Her older sister and husband, my aunt … Continue reading

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The Verdant Heart

We all grow nostalgic of a simpler past, of when life was not as complicated. I am a bit nostalgic of my childhood when I didn’t have the pressing concerns and anxieties and responsibilities of adulthood. An angle on this … Continue reading

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Cantankerous Tankas

I attended an excellent Tanka workshop with Genie Nakano and I fell in love with the Tanka format. I adore Tankas. My new writing thrill. I am having fun with them. To that end, I asked a few choice friends … Continue reading

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John Yamrus – “this chair”

Since 1970 John Yamrus has published 2 novels and 25 volumes of poetry. He has also had more than 1,800 poems published in print magazines around the world. His work is taught in a number of colleges and universities. this … Continue reading

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Push Mower

  I love being white. I love my whiteness. When I was younger, for a while, for a few years, all I did was mow our yard. We owned 5 acres. 5 acres which had to be mown. I mowed … Continue reading

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The Shirts You Wear

The body is not even cold and the opportunistic, profiteering vultures have swooped in to pick at his corpse. Almost as if this is their mentality: Bowie is dead so now how can I exploit this opportunity for my gain? … Continue reading

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Drama in the Parking Lots

Drama in the church parking lot, one man woke another sleeping in a car, and then they got into an argument. You’d think the man sleeping in the car would be a kid or a teenager but this was a … Continue reading

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Actuality Film: 9/11

ROTAS Tuesday, dark before dawn, September, Rachel left her essence on my bed. Shoes, my shoe size has not changed, St. Agnes. This morning I sat on the side of my bed scratching my Tycho Brahe nose, sniffling and shaking … Continue reading

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