MUSIC SELECTION
Music for the Concert Hall
Dialogues for Cello and Piano (Excerpt)
Three Fleeting Glimpses for Flute, Oboe and Cello (Excerpt)
Concerto for Piano and Orchestra 1st Mvt. (Excerpt)
Charleston Landscapes (2nd Mvt. Four Corners of Law- Excerpt)
Q-Band
(Some Quiet Latin Jazz)
Miami Soul (Juan Wust & Fernando Rivas)
Lovedance (Fernando Rivas)
Sesame Street Productions
Mambo I, I, I (with Gloria Estefan)
Musical Theatre
Barrio Babies
THE DENVER CENTER THEATRE COMPANY1999/2000 Season
*US WEST World Premiere Musical
Music by Fernando Rivas
Book and Lyrics by Luis Santeiro
The Ricketson Theatre
November 10 – December 30
Music Samples From the Show
Barrio Babies Theme - Cast (Excerpt)
Close Your Eyes to See - Sarah Ramirez(Excerpt)
Make Love to Me In Spanish - Philip Anthony-Rodriguez & Annie Kozuch (Excerpt)
Selena, Forever
Download STORIES
Bill's Visit (Short Story)
September Morning (Short Story)
Silent Wings (Novella)
POETRY
Warning: I consider some of the language in these selections to be adult-oriented. Parents should monitor this material before allowing minors to view it.
A Night in Late Spring
I was the storm moving through dusk
flinging branches and slashing rain against windows.
I was a sky of ominous rage
I was and am
now
else-something
something else
now
a subtle rain shimmering against the streetlamps
and the wet grass
robust trees waiting for summer.
The time of azaleas and gardenias
has passed and wild flowers have
skittered away
and I am
else-something
again
something else
again
as always
transmuting.
Again I am night but calm of night and sweet of night
and forgotten fragrances and shadows
elliptical
and
something
else-something
now
again
that begs to be born
of summer's promised embrace
stifling glory
another planetary shift
another orbit
another year
folding inward this night of sweet and night of calm but night am I - again.
Not storm but night and not the thrashing but the single bird
calling from a tree up the street
luminous
near midnight
while still raindrops
fall.
I am but am already becoming something
else-something
something not quite arrived, not quite explained
but measurable between breaths
as between fixed geometric points of transition.
I am morning in waiting
morning in longing and imagination
the morning that is not
and cannot be
until the time
is else
something time
summer time
sunburst of summer time morning
hot where I am cool
bright where I am shadow
less than I am now
and
more.
Or just else.
Else-something.
Again.