5/8/2017 Juan Sequeira & Son Juan Carlos Sequeira hosted by Jim
(Need a prompt? "Over Troubled Waters" -- you don't have to use those words.)
Juan R. Sequeira M.D. was born in Nicaragua. He was raised in the Mission District of San Francisco. He earned a Bachelor of Science degree from the University of San Francisco and obtained a Medical degree from the University of California at San Francisco. He is a practicing Physician. He has a lifelong interest in poetry. His work appeared in Alive, Black Bear Review, Blue Unicorn,California Poets, Carquinez Poetry, Mobius, Poet Talk, San Fernando Poetry, ZYZZYVA among others. Two collections, Marimba Dreams 1999, and Jaguar Footsteps 2006. 2017 1st place BAPC contest 2nd place Poets Dinner.
A MemoryMy mother workedbehind a splintered counterunder the volcano breathof the gold brushed sunher thorn pierced handspoured water into glassesshaved melting ice blocksserved tropic fruit drinksto sweat painted shopperslullaby nights by candlelightraised me from crib playgroundto the spring nest of her armskissed the leaves of my feet androcked me to the rosebud of sleep
Juan Carlos Sequeira is a 13 year old boy who has been writing poetry for 3 years. He is a resident of Pleasant Hill and attends Christ the King Catholic School where he currently stands as a 7th grade student. He has been influenced to write poetry by his father and has been taught by him ever since he heard his first poem. He says he goes outside, inhales, and feels the breeze enter and escape his lungs. After that, he sits down, and looks around for a few minutes to absorb and observe the world’s beauty. Then will he be able to write poetry to express the world and his great love for it. Poetry has always seemed simple for him, as long as he is exposed to the great outdoors, in the presence of God’s creation.
My Night Light
Your light dances around my shelter roommy heart feels protected under your cotton shadehappiness fills me as I look upto glistening mirrors shining on my staryour metallic structured lightspilling on my barrier windowsI look to see the moon past my shudders
and I realize it is safe to close my eyes