 Author Richard Sanchez About the Author Hello! My name is Richard Sanchez, author for this collection of poems. I was born and raised in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas. I attended Edinburg Schools and Pan American University. I graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in Biology, an Associate degree in Nursing, and a minor degree in English. I chose Nursing as a career and dabbled in Environmental Science and Marine Biology. Other than being a poet, I am also a creative writer, published author, and photographer. As mentioned in my book, I have been writing since my early high school years. However, it was not until about 2010 that I started participating in public presentations, poetry readings, publishing, and taking part in book signings, and book fairs. I also participated in several anthologies as a short story writer and poet. As for experience, I have written articles for the local newspaper, and had twenty-six stories published in the elite, Texas Trophy Hunter’s Magazine (as a guest columnist). Recent books to my credit include The Jelly Jar, The Story Teller, and a co-authored work, The Lone Sendero. I have also been instrumental in editing and ghostwriting for several of my close friends. Along the way, I realized that poetry can be used as an effective way of expression. One Day Long ago we welcomed them on the day the others came Not knowing their full purpose not knowing of their fame One day their sense of fairness for lack of better words Their countenance turned sour Their presence thinned our herds That day, the others came and fair was not their way They wanted and demanded more and more each day On the day the others came and things began to clear They took the things they wanted The things that we held dear Our people spoke in whispers the day the others came They turned our rivers crimson For this they had no shame This is the blood of your people Was all they had to say And to stop the theft, the killing, our people moved away A Reflection My soul is one, my body is one. I soaked my soul in drink And like my stone, cold heart my dark, dark soul did sink My soul is one, my body is one. They do not always blend broken mirror, broken glass twins clash in opposition My soul is one, my body is one Like the sign of the yin and yang Red wolves waiting in ambush, Watching . . . circling, glaring barefoot on crackled glass One is my soul, one is my body In the silence of my mind, the soft voice says “this too shall pass.” In time, my soul should feel. And in the place of my poor, tired heart, a stained-glass window heals. Richard Sanchez All rights reserved 1/24/2024 GET PUBLISHED!
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AuthorGabriel H. Sanchez is an author, poet, actor, editor, and publisher from the Rio Grande Valley in south Texas, on the border with Mexico. Gabriel is the author of "Once Upon a Bad Hombre," "The X Series," "The Martian Ones: Tales of Human Folly," and "The Fluid Chicano." You can read more about him and his other projects at gabrielhugo.com or on his Facebook page: @gabrielhugoauthor. Categories
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