J D TREJO-MAYA - POEMS

J D Trejo-Maya was born in Celaya, Guanajuato, Mexico, where he spent his childhood in the small neighboring rural pueblo of Tarimoró and wherefrom he immigrated in 1988.  His inspirations include Netzahualcoyotl, Humberto Ak’abal, Ray A. Young Bear, Antonio Mendiz Bolio, Juan Rulfo and James Welch.  He has been published in various literary journals/websites in the UK, in the US, in India, in Spain, in Australia and in Argentina.  2015 Pushcart Prize Nominee; awarded Tercer Premio en El Centro Canario Estudios Caribeños El Atlántico en el Certamen Internacional de Poesía en 2016 y una Mención de Honor en el 58vo Concurso Internacional de Poesía y Narrativa “Fusionando Palabras 2017”. While in ceremony with Chololo medicine men in the Tule River Reservation, he dreamt the above written prophecy…

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​Indio Tarasco

​Lluvias en el madrigal
nueve venado o venado
azul 9 mazatl en el calen–
dario coloquial: derrame de .
flores yo.  Chicnahui Mazatl
Etzacualiztli Yei Acatl.  El Pure–
pecha fluye en estas palabras es
piritus esencia cortada de la tierra
madre.  Dagas del sol eclipsan la re
tina.  El porte poético sangra. Suplanta
do polvo de estrellas –materia oscura en el
brillo de piel: inédito en lo escrito abajo superflojo.
 

​Tarascan Indian

​Rains in the burrow
nine deer or blue deer
9 mazatl in the colloquial
calendar –shower of flowers I
Chicnahui Mazatl Etzacualiztli
Yei Acatl.  The Purépecha flux
in these words spirit essence cut
from earth mother.  Sun daggers e–
clipse the retina.  The poetic mien bleeds.
Supercede stardust –dark matter in the skin gleam:
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At 12:43 noon sun
precise –now:
Matlactli ihuan yei
Coatl Tecuilhuitontli
Yei Acatl
Calendars breathe.
DNA shards in eyes
sight –vast camera of
deference 7th 13 cycle
Matlactli yei ilhuitl
Ce quiahuitl: that is
tenacious/passivity.
In the wall paintings
iris glimmers into rain–
bows refract light
shatters into freeze
the image in the minds–
obsidian glass in
the poolside eclipse:
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​I got you

​Nahuatl adj. verb. tezcatlipoca
tezcatli –mirror and popoca –smoke.
Memory shatters into vision:
green obsidian stones shard eyes.
These words are cutting into you
what you can’t see –anymore.   

​Ce Tecpatl Huey Tecuihuitl Yei Acatl

​The steel mindset bleeds:
Tonalpouhque mexica –
calendar keepers
of the Mexicayotl.
There are levels
of perceptible reality
every breath you take
you tear the fabric
of time/space.
Black lightning
in the white sky –                                              
these words are precise
even as the inkwell
disappears.
Then hummingbirds crash sight:
I am matlactli ihuan ce ozohmatli
atlacahualo chicome tecpatl
nexhuitzilin itzpapalotl xochi –
pilli centeotl: chalchitlicue ixquimilli…
 
These words are cutting into you.
Jagged edged in –the mirrors image
serrated silex soul.
Like monarch butterflies wings
are thunder sky sun.
These finger prints are in the DNA.  

​Xochimilca ca. 1519