"Hermana Sylvia"

There are things from our childhood years that we will never remember and I guess that is what all those grown ups involved in our upbringing are there for.

One event that has always been firmly stored in my memory is the story of my first babysitter whom my mom simply called Hermana Sylvia. In Latin countries people usually precede someone’s name with either “Hermano” or “Hermana”, especially if they’ve first interacted or met via a church service. This then tends to carry over into regular day to day communication and interaction as well. (It simply means Brother or Sister).

My mother tells me that one day while still a toddler in the Bronx, I climbed up to an open window and sat on the window ledge of our six story apartment building, happily dangling my legs and enjoying the concrete view across the way. Whatever danger lurked was beyond me and my puerile mind.

My mother went on to tell me that Hermana Sylvia who was taking care of me that day, walked into that room and was immediately gripped by fear. I can only imagine that her heart must have accelerated to a new beat. She slowly and silently crept up behind me so as not to startle me in any way, got right up to my back, clasped her arms around me and pulled me off that ledge in a split second.

I believe that to some people who later heard the story, she may have been perceived as a totally irresponsible person for letting a toddler get into such a predicament and not properly watching him while doing her job. Yet to others, she may have been viewed as a hero for acting so wisely in saving my life.

I’m here today, so I view her as the latter.

Years later my mother tells me that Hermana Sylvia and her sixteen year old daughter went to visit someone at an apartment complex and while they were there a fire broke out that claimed both Hermana Sylvia’s and her daughter’s life. The strongest impression on my mind about that incident is that they were both found on their knees with their hands clasped, as if praying.

We have no pictures of her and I don’t recall her face at all, but I thank her for that day when she acted so intelligently and bravely in pulling me off that ledge to safety. Would it had been a different Nanny, would I still be here today?

I truly believe a hero of mine died that day…

"Plastic Laughter"

Plastic laughter in the air
Plastic laughter everywhere
Appease the manager if you can
With laughing gas from Afghanistan

It ain’t funny but you laugh
Like some retarded coked giraffe
Brownie points are on the way
Boost his ego - increase your pay

Secure your spot in his mind’s eye
Freeze that smile - though it’s a lie
Let it loose, let it roll
When he’s gone back into his hole

What a drag it has to be
To laugh at what’s not comedy
Snaps his fingers and there you go
Back into fake plastic laughter mode

Plastic laughter in the air
Plastic laughter everywhere
Appease the manager if you can
With laughing gas from Afghanistan

-Eddie V.

"Woman"

"When God created man He was merely practicing for His true masterpiece...Woman.

Hers was the only vessel worthy enough to bring forth His Son"

-Eddie V.

"A World Away"

My job is a lonely universe.
A world of cars, clients and verdicts.
In meditative contemplation I drive to and fro
While I’m fed from the classroom my IPOD has become.

It’s a love-hate relationship, this existence I find,
Between everyday life and the dreams that I weave.
What-ifs color my landscape and I awaken anew,
To a world from my childhood where I once held the key.

But all good dreams must come to an end...

I see the importance of career, prestige and advancement,
But it is not where my true passion lies.
My heart is in the arts, the aesthetic, the pure.
The magnificence of a world I have yet to explore.

Still I'm preparing, saving and planning,
Working my hands down to the bone
For some uncertain day of some uncertain future
In some distant old folks home from which I’m sure to escape

My spirit is not complacent with that possible outcome

I will run,
I will hide,
I will live.

- Eddie V.

"Summer of Mac's Landing"

SUMMER OF `99
SUMMER OF MAC’S LANDING
LAST OF OUR CENTURY.
HOT, HAZY, HUMID NIGHTS
WASHED AWAY BY RAIN.
LIGHTNING AND A THUNDEROUS
DISPLAY OF FIREWORKS
THAT LIT UP THE EVENING SKY
AND COOLED THE NIGHTS
BY FIRELIGHT.

A WELCOME BREEZE GREETED US
EVERY MORNING THEREAFTER
ACCOMPANIED BY THE MILD AROMA
OF COFFEE BREWING.
SHIMMERING LAKE FLOOR LIKE GLASS
GAVE LIFE TO THE TREES AMID
THE MORNING LIGHT,
AND WE WERE REVIVED.
JUMPING HEAD LONG INTO
NATURE’S DOMAIN
ROUGHING IT (IF YOU WILL)
WITH OUR ELECTRONIC DEVICES
AND JUNGLE BEATS.

DADDY LONG LEGS
DANCING TO THE RHYTHMS
GUSHING FROM OUR LITTLE COTTAGE.
COOL NIGHTS
OF WINE, GUITARS, AND CAMPFIRES.

NOT SO FAR AWAY
CIVILIZATION.
MALLS AND MOVIES
SUMMER OF SAM
CHERRY FESTIVAL;
BEAR DUNES
WHAT BREATHTAKING SIGHTS!
WALKING ON THE WATER
AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE EQUATOR
AND THE NORTH POLE…
MISSION POINT LIGHTHOUSE

I BELIEVE THE GIRLS LEFT
SOMETHING THERE THAT SUMMER
I BELIEVE IT WAS THEIR HAIR.
IT WAS A GREAT TIME AT MAC’S LANDING

BY THE END OF THE WEEK
WE WERE ANXIOUS TO GET BACK
BACK TO THE RAT INFESTED,
DOG EAT DOG CITY OF HUSTLE AND HURRY,
WORK AND WORRY
SOMEHOW WE JUST HADN’T SHAKEN OFF
THE JITTERS OF THE FAST PACED LIFE
EVEN IN THIS WILDERNESS

GOODBYE TRAVERSE CITY…
HELLO FARMINGTON HILLS…

WE’LL BE BACK.

Ego

“When egos tend to be at the center of
things, progress comes to a halt!”

- Eddie Villanueva
8/3/2007