End of year 2020

By Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

Waves of black feathers sea
Fuzzy lights on the street
Cold…
Humid and desertic
Nothing like past years
A few cars parked in restaurants
Too few for these holidays…
2020 is coming to its end
Vaccines are a trend
Starting today.

Will next year be ok?
Who knows…
Will the broken be complete again?
Can’t say…
Will the broken links be whole again?
Depends…
At very least I know for sure
This year was unexpected
It crawled under my skin
With terror
With uncertainty
My faith was shaken
Too many times
And I’m still standing
Still dreaming
Still hoping
I am still saying
Merry Christmas
And blessed New year
May God console your soul
And please stay strong.
Tomorrow will come
Tomorrow will be another day
Today will be left behind
To be displayed
In written memoirs
In history books
And above all in stories
To be told…

A Christmas Howl

By Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

When was it that my world changed?
Christmas is not the same
A house full of warmth
Uncles happy with whiskey and beer
Aunts gossiping with glee
The children running around
The tamalada with guacamole and sauce
As well as cabrito en sangrita and arroz
While the menudo is in herbor
in el mechón
Close to everybody
Pa hecharle un ojo
The fireworks illuminating the sky
Even wishes were made before
It all died
Children playing las escondidas
Asking from time to time
“Is it 12 yet?”
“Can we open our gifts?”

The door unable to stop
People coming in and out of the house
There was laughter and joy
Huapangos and danzon.
Alguna que otra cumbia
Y un buen bailador.

A carpet full of humans
One could barely walk
With the dim lights
and whispering
all through the night.
Sometimes…
Even a howling scream at dawn
Where somebody was stepped on
By a drunken uncle
Trying to reach the restroom.
And all laughing
Unable to go back to sleep
With the smell of tortillas de harina
Recien saliditas, beans, machacado
coffee and menudo for the hangover.
Everybody sitting where there was a place
Eating, talking, laughing…
What a magical place and time.

These past memories came howling
During these holidays
Excruciating my already beaten heart…