DE Navarro / NavWorks Press

DE Navarro / NavWorks Press


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Founder of NavWorks Press. Author, Poet, Editor, Publisher, Speaker, Minister. Originator and owner of We Write Poetry™ forums and the Pride in Poetry Prize™ and Publication. Husband, Father, Mentor and Friend. Banking Sr Analyst, Tech Editor/Writer.

Visit his beautiful website for peace and to learn more about his work.

DE Navarro was born in Newport R.I. in 1962, but his family moved to Chicago, Illinois by 1964 where he was raised in the inner city on the Southside until he was ten years old. At ten his family moved to the rural setting of Crown Point, Indiana where he learned to enjoy nature, free to roam in fields of swaying grass and wooded copses rich with ponds and swamps. In 1977, at fifteen, he found himself in the suburban setting of Munster, Indiana where he remained until he went off to college at Purdue University in West Lafayette, Indiana.

Over the years a number of the poems and articles he wrote were published in various magazines and literary journals.


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Posted 4 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 4 Years Ago

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Posted 9 Years Ago


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


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
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 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
except for the occasional defiant


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 9 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