Poem for Steve CannonLove you madlyprofessor you act so badly mr. tribes your heart is lovely steve cannon when you are talking about dreams or Diane or whats wrong with this picture. You see more than the age of the screen can ever hope to share or friend deeper than any book and we both know books that can friend deep deep deep. as you move to the next space the next place the next trace of your brilliance to sparkle upon me and everyone lucky enough to know you, know this: love you madly.

Poonam Srivastava 2014

Remembering Gabriel Garcia Marques

Gabriel!Garcia!

Marquez!"It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams."Now pursue your dreams in other realms

still feed us as the dead parents an insomniac child

Now nestle in my heart with Jayne Cortez and my dad

and tell me stories from the other side, a one i am for

imagining, for muzing, for shading this one.

It's not true people stop living when they die; they stop

living when they are no longer remembered.

Gabriel.

You will live longer than a hundred years. Of solitude you

set the travel maps, of dreams you drew the portraits.

Colombia is crying and so am I. You lived rich you lived

awake and dreamt hard. The words thank you for your

handling. The world thanks you for your time. Now

whisper something in my ear. You will not die whilst

I live.

It's not true people stop living when they die; they stop

living when they are no longer remembered.

 

Poonam Srivastava 2014