NESA Visual Arts Students' Work Featured on VIA Busses

  • Poetry on the Move is a partnership between BiblioTech and VIA. Six NESA student artists were selected to illustrate poems created by San Antonio poets. The illustrations and poems are featured on VIA buses.

    Alternative Perspective

    Might makes right.
    Ask Geronimo and Cochis
    Manges Colorado and Seattle
    Tecumseh and Sitting Bull
    Fighting border terrorism
    Unsuccessfully
    Since 1492

    By Jim Wilson


    Because Time is not a River

    It's hard to draw what I think I remember
    with the ink of distance.
    Maybe the life I’ve lived has become unfashionable.
    Everyone must already have televisions in their rooms.
    No one carries water from the river in buckets anymore.
    Everyone in their own empire.
    Everyone remembering their childhood
    through the eyes
    of their children.

    By Octavio Quintanilla, San Antonio Poet Laureate 2018-2019


    First Dance

    My grandmother’s hands were
    a whispering sandpaper
    as she measured the hem
    of a party dress above my knees.
    I stood still as a pond, listened
    to the crinkle of silver brocade
    on pale blue satin, felt like
    a smooth stone slipping into water.

    By Mobi Warren


    My Pencil

    I really Love my pencil
    It’s the best in the school.
    Number one is overrated, number two is never hated.
    Its eraser is pink,
    It gets rid of mistakes…. I think.
    Its body is yellow, it helps me say, “Hello.”
    From top to bottom
    It stands perfectly straight,
    For years and years it has been used,
    And it has never gone out of date.

    By Ava Jimenez
    Mount Sacred Heart School


    Paper Cuts (excerpt of first 10 lines) 

    A paper cut is a little scratch
    Yet from it
    You still feel the wrath
    The little paper
    A mutilated scrap.
    Remembering the time
    When it was whole.
    Part of a tree
    Housing an oriole….

    By Joseph Ramon
    Memorial High School


    Westside Park

    Fenced between the collision of 2 rushing roads
    and the old neighborhood where hanging baskets sway tipsy on sliding scale porches,
    the community’s heart pulses green as grass beneath the stroller wheels,
    bounces high and chill in pick-up hoop games,
    mingles sweet with mesquite spiced smoke and confetti sprinkled trails,
    floats wispy like mylar balloons anchored concrete safe to picnic tables at family celebrations,
    keeps the beat of birthdays, basketball, and Big Red,
    defines San Antonio as home.

    By Jean Hackett