Bio-sketch
Ronald P. Chávez
Ron Chávez was born in the valley of Puerto de Luna on the banks of the Pecos River in New Mexico. In Santa Rosa he was the owner of the famous Route 66 Club Café. During that epic time, Chávez and his Route66 café enjoyed fame in world wide major media which included books, television, magazines and newspapers. At that time, his writings began to catch fire.
His short story, “Man of Honor” was published in the anthology “Voces” by UNM Press. Also, in those first years, a string of his short stories appeared in the “Guadalupe County Communicator”. Here in Taos, he began writing poetry for the first time. His poems have been published in “The Herencia Magazine”, “Talk Back”, “The Masters Quarterly”, “El Crepúsculo” and in “The Taos News Tempo. The American Memories Project out of New York will be presenting Chávez in a documentary about American Poets to be exhibited in film festivals. Channel 22 in Taos ran “Spanish Passions de Taos” by Chávez the last week of September, 2006. The same gig can be viewed on the web at http://www.its-happening-in-taos.com/RonChavez.html.
In Taos, Chávez has hosted and presented many poetry recitals in various venues, including SAMOS and National Public Radio. His poetry reflects passions of love and life in an earthy but edgy style and spirit.
Chávez writes and recites in both English and Spanish. He has also written a feature length movie script adapted from his short story “The Loneliest Road” first published in “Talk Back”, which is being looked at by several film makers? Presently, Chávez is writing his first novel, set in Taos.
Ronald Chavez is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and WMG.
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Call to arms / Call to war / Holy war / Holy terror / Holy intent / No matter the name / All is inhuman horror
Greg lied to uphold his dignity. The shame of it was more than he could endure. A lie was all he had.
Why do we innore nature’s natural eythms? Only to crash in times of trouble.
Dance with peacocks in brilliant colors
The shame of it was more than he could endure. A lie was all he had.