Author Archives: jedwardnajera

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.

The Night Sweats

Posted on April 5, 2022 by jedwardnajera

he speaks the truth, the man of many voices. In the sleepy hour of cold dark night He drifts in and out my peripheral. In the silence of the bay waters I know he’s about Somewhere in the deep dark … Continue reading →

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Old News is Good News by Jackie Villarreal Najera

Posted on March 29, 2022 by jedwardnajera

Getting old doesn’t make you wise Some don’t read, I’m sorry to say Getting old, I started to analyze Watching T V for advice is a wasted day We don’t have too many years When our hair turns from red … Continue reading →

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Children of the Hummingbird

Posted on March 3, 2022 by jedwardnajera

In 1491 I was an eagle I flew through the shadows of the sun I breathed in air that Has never have been breathed before I soared above the snowcapped mountains And drank from the great Red River The One … Continue reading →

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Doña Margarita

Posted on December 28, 2021 by jedwardnajera

Given name of Margarita Bernabé Ramona Guzman. Husband of José Odilón Ledesma. Mother of Faustino, Manuela, my mother Christina, Emily, Catherine, Melesio, and Eduardo.    She lived a generous portion of years. I am thankful that I have shared some … Continue reading →

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The Old Place

Posted on December 22, 2021 by jedwardnajera

I grew up in the Santa Clara Valley. My school years were in the 1950’s and 60’s.  Many years ago on a family outing to visit the relatives in Oxnard, my family took us to the Ventura County Courthouse. I … Continue reading →

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Th’ Brave One World

Posted on July 2, 2021 by jedwardnajera

We crossed th’ Ocean Sea We who dared We filled oor sails At th’ mercy o’ th’ trade win’s We left th’ Old World An’ found th’ One World We wer humble men o’ th’ sea It was nae oor … Continue reading →

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Nocturn

Posted on July 1, 2021 by jedwardnajera

This night time passing, This darkened dome that reigns upon us all in our hour o’ fear, This nightly milling o’ th’ stars, Showers doon upon us its blessed meteors o’ darkness, moistens th’ sighted eye an’ brings rest tea … Continue reading →

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Th’ Bad Air

Posted on June 30, 2021 by jedwardnajera

Days o’ nights, nights o’ thunder Winds tha’ bring th’ plagues o’ nightfall, Dip your hyssop intae th’ bloody pool an’ Pray th’ Dark One shall pass by. Thare be weeping on oor shores, An’ in oor camps. Thare be … Continue reading →

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Ogygia

Posted on June 29, 2021 by jedwardnajera

I am Calypso An’ I wull gi’e yee shelter I wull be yer safe harbor I wull be yer singer o’ songs I wull spread me golden wings An’ spare yee frea th’ storm thare wull be nae place else … Continue reading →

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The Land o’ Nod

Posted on June 28, 2021 by jedwardnajera

What is the way? Whaur be the land o’ oor deliverance? Whaur can I find me rest? Whaur be the gentle waters? Whaur be the soothing rays awe Sun? Though I be a humble man Not worthy o’ the prize … Continue reading →

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