David E Navarro

David E Navarro

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http://www.de-navarro.com
Tucson, AZ
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About Me

David Eric (D.E.) Navarro, author, poet, essayist and editor, is a poet-philosopher of the pure land school of haiku. He is also a clinical research medical writer and copy editor as well as a biblical research scholar and teacher. He moved to Tucson, Arizona in 2018 to finally settle down after 40 years of roaming around the globe. He holds a B.S. in Interdisciplinary Studies (emphasis on arts and humanities) with Purdue University, and has degrees in Communications and Theology.

His love of poetry and the writing arts started at age 8. A collection of his poetry was first published in the 1980 Winter Issue of the Purdue Exponent Literary Edition and many of his poems, essays, and articles have been published in various magazines, venues, and journals ever since, including the NY Literary Magazine, Miracle Magazine, Poetry Festival, and Better Than Starbucks; and in anthologies such as Between Life and Language, Ingram Publishing, 2009, The Black Rose of Winter, Lost Tower Publications, 2014, the Bukowski Erasure Anthology, Silver Birch Press, 2015, and Com-pen-di-um, CA Gallagher, 2016. He is author of 6 volumes of poetry, his latest being A Tree Frog's Eyes: Haiku, Blurb San Francisco, 2020.

He is Founder of NavWorks Press and the Pure Land School of Haiku, and originator of the online We Write Poetry forums where he teaches poetry and haiku and enjoys mentoring new poets and writers. He also did a series of in-person poetry workshops for the public library system in Tuscaloosa, Alabama from 2007-2010. He is very involved in a number of online poetry and haiku groups and communities on various social media.

For more information about his work and to see all the things he is involved in, please see his website at de-navarro com.


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Posted 7 Years Ago


NavWorks Press Announces the release of two great landmark volumes of poetry, Dropping Ants into Poems, by DE Navarro, and Sometimes
Anyway, a compilation of 39 remarkable poets worldwide. See my Writer's Café blog for more details

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Posted 8 Years Ago


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Posted 12 Years Ago


Planted

We were of the Southside hard against the railroad wilds
where orange engines hauling freight slammed
their way over steel rails

kerunk—kerunk
kerunk—kerunk
kerunk—kerunk

through a long fog horn night in the great lake port of Chicago:
City of fire, Capone-town, the Calumet Region
Lever Brothers, stacks of smoke billowing
gasses into red phosphate skies
by day we sat with the transients—
transients in tin shacks
growing food in the railroad wilds—
lakeside of the tracks.

They told us be-
ware of the gypsies, kidnappers—a dangerous
buzz but we be-

:
held only their :gentle
yearning—
poor souls imploring
everyone sincerely:
:

lost to the ways of the world foraging
life out of discards and all that they found
living in scraps planting seeds in the ground
transients—
transients in tin shacks
scraping life out of the railroad wilds—
lakeside of the tracks.

Seeds don't discriminate no how they grow
for anyone who cares and they give fruit unto life
in due season by God's grace not a one of us
ever disappeared, but they did and that suddenly
run off, driven out,
their rail-side village flattened
tin shacks, firepots,
tattered chairs all vanished
gone—
except for the occasional defiant

:stalk
of
stoic:

:
corn and a thread-bare shred of blue flannel shirt
protruding in overt silence right out of the
dirt up under the fence and buried departmentally deep
:

I wondered as tears welled up in my eyes
what had gone down in the railroad wilds
to the foragers of life out of seeds
and were they planted in the ground.

— DE Navarro, March 2012

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Hi friend, I hope to see you back on the Cafe soon,
it would be great to read your new inspirations ^_^
Kindest Regards, Michael