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found poem: the glass

found poem © j.i. kleinberg ~ the glass
found poem © j.i. kleinberg


found poem: Too soon

found poem © j.i. kleinberg ~ Too soon
found poem © j.i. kleinberg

found poem: Earth’s

found poem: IGNOMINIOUS

found poem: IN THE GLASS


Olvera StreetDowntown Los Angeles was perhaps 15 miles from our house, but now and then, something would draw us in that direction — a necessary visit to the central library, for example — and we would make the long and scenic (pre-freeway) drive down Wilshire or Sunset Boulevard.

These trips might include a detour to Olvera Street, L.A.’s “oldest street,” a cobbled alley lined with shops and stalls between buildings dating from the 1800s. Every child growing up in L.A. learned about Olvera Street, but our rare family visits made the place seem terribly exotic.

What I recall is the sensory experience: the sound of strolling mariachis, the intensely sweet fragrance of the candlemaker’s shop and the sparkling wonder of spun glass. To watch the glass worker’s molten thread turn a bit of empty air into a rearing horse or a magnificent sailing ship was a kind of magic. Down a few steps, the candle shop was not just a collection of glossy tapers, but marvelous suspended racks fringed with wicks that dipped and hovered over troughs of wax. A beautiful dark-haired woman in a lacy black shawl and a full-skirted dress that was all red ruffles danced in front of the musicians, her heels echoing on the cobblestones.

I was discouraged from wanting things, from wanting generally, and learned not to ask, and while it seemed such trinkets might turn a drab girl into a swan, the memory of Olvera Street has surely outlasted the candles and purses and perfect glass ballerina that seemed so desirable — so necessary — at the time.
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Olvera Street postcard

It’s snowy…


the extreme…


people roam…

the essence…


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