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1929-2004 - My father. Jose M. Oxholm Lopez - Our father was a good son, a faithful and loving husband, a proud father and grandfather and loyal friend. (Daughter: Maria Luisa Oxholm) I would love to see my father's, work continue to be praised as it was when he was with us. His dedication to his work was his life. His name should not be forgotten. I believe he well be acknowledged and continue to be praised throughout the years to come. (A daughter's dream - Judith Maria Oxholm Villafañe) He wrote - - This good-bye burns handkerchiefs and tears. Este adiós quema pañuelos y lágrimas. José M. Oxholm, Brotes De Asombro 1927-2004 José M. Oxholm - Writes poetry, Loves poetry, Lives poetry. Born in Guayanilla, Puerto Rico, May 8, 1927. Graduated with High Honors from the University of Puerto Rico in 1950. Lives in Albion, Michigan with his wife Alicia. They have six children. The poet, with anglosaxon surname, but with deep hispanic roots, has hundreds of friends internationally. His most precious riches are those friends, whose literary contributions grace his magazine, Puerto Norte y Sur. Founder, printer-editor-director of Puerto Norte y Sur, of world-wide distribution, born over 25 years ago. Established and directed with his wife and children Days of Milk and Honey where many historical figures from the United States and the world contributed letters. Was declared distinguished son of Guayanilla by the Municipal Assembly. Appeared in the first promotion of the Club of Immortals of his town. Diploma for Excellence in Poetry from the University of Colorado. Named "Maestro" of poetry by Correo de la Poesía, literary magazine from Valparaíso, Chile, directed by Alfonso Larrahona Kästen. Honarary Member of AUTAR, Argentinian Authors. Member of the Writers Association of Puerto Rico; Member of the Prometeo Society of Poetry, located in Madrid, Spain. Founder of the House of Poets of the World. His poetic woods have trees that honor poets from many countries. His poetry was included in Antología Hispanoamericana of Buenos Aires, Argentina, of which he was named godfather for Puerto Rico. Has participated in the Program of Poets in the schools sponsored by the Council for the Arts of Michigan. Has read his poetry in colleges, libraries and the Poetry Society of Michigan, his honorariums donated to Boys Town in San Luis Potosí, México, and the Tarahumara Mission in Sisoguichi, Mexico. Part of his work has been translated to English, French, Portuguese and Greek. Appears in books in Braille. Has contributed to numerous magazines. His poetry has been included in more than 20 anthologies around the world. Books Published Rasgos de mi mudo - 1966 Dos Puntos y Aparte - 1967 Hacia el Puerto - 1971 Alta Mar y Horizontes - 1972 Mago de día - 1973 Acequias Nuevas, Aljibes Hondos - 1974 Dimensión de Angeles - 1976 Desierta Llama Viva - 1979 Voces de Sol - 1985 Norte y Sur en el Alma - 1989 Brotes de Asombro - 1993 Angeles Me Velan - 1993 20 Décimas de Amor - 1994 Afino Cuerdas de Otoño - 1995 Se Espiga El Canto - 1996 Alba de Abedules - 1998 "Day of Milk and Honey" Limited First Edition (200 copies) Type set by hand and printed on a Chandler and Price 8 x 12 letterpress. Hand bound. 120 pages; soft cover. Illustrated with original linoleum cuts. Second Edition - Same book content as Edition I - but printed by the off-set printing process and perfect bound. Days of Milk and Honey Copyright © 2000 Alicia M. and José M. Oxholm All Rights Reserved Written for his first grand daughter: Lena, todas para ti. Luciérnagas sobre el pecho del monte. ANGELES ME VELAN Lluvia de hostias en el árbol de mi vida. Ay, si se salvara mi corazón. II Ahogarme en rocío que escape ese mar profundo de mi alma. (Continue on page angeles.htm) "Tribute To José M. Oxholm" From page poetloved.htm From the Detroit Free Press Guest Book: OXHOLM-LOPEZ JOSE M - August 31, 2004 - My Father. Jamie Lescoe (Holly, MI ) August 31, 2004 Papa, as I called him, was the most unbelievable man. He was a rock through all of the turbulent times of my childhood. He was a beacon in the night guiding you through your bad day . He also was the soft comforting Papa that I would snuggle up to on the couch and he would read me letters from his family that were written in spanish. in the fall we would make our own apple cider and then make apple sauce out of the pulp. In the winter Cha Cha (Alicia) would slather our faces in vasoline so that we didn't get wind burn and Jason and I would proceed to help Papa shovel the drive way. In the summers we would go help Papa & Cha Cha on the farm. I suspect we did more hindering than helping ,but Papa would never say so. I could go on and on , in fact I could probably write a book filled with magic and adventures though amazingly enough all true . It would be the story of growing up with Cha Cha & Papa . I will never forget my Papa , he is eternally etched into my soul. In closing I would like to thank him from the bottom of my heart for giving me a childhood most children can only dream of having. Much more information about his books, and the books themselves are on this web site. Located through the third index page.