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Slaughterhouse Poems

When My Father Passed Away This theater is a slaughterhouse where filaments of grief are too shifty to cut, amusing guests who come  along with gestures broadly understanding what brought them in, inscribing very clearly associations overhanging with the deceased. The bereaved insists on what needs to be preserved along fertility lines, which unkind behavior should be dismembered. Here,...

Reunion Introspection

Life at 75 My silver mane shows Natural beauty of age With warts, lines and all My silver mane speaks Of struggle and redemption With passion and faith On departed classmates Gone forever now Memories we celebrate Lives well lived and loved On our humanity Human lives deserve Peace that is socially just Fight for it we...

The Pruning and Other Poems

The Pruning Deadhead the ground where petals lay, not the blossomed branch, rivered & riveted this garden, this square of pear & pine. Unlock the pruning knife, cut the roses back to thorn, back to distel, to angled light. Be frugal, light-handed, bent shrubs are rain-heavy, grit-weary, saddled with the days of May’s cloud weeping. This June cuts back to essential bone, the boughs watered & wounded. Fold your knees before the muted ground, listen to the...

My Magnificat

In the Marian month of October Magnificent madness My savage spirit you stunned Bones leap out to dance Something inside You touched and exploded Unleashing the torrent of one hundred springs That rush to embrace The vineyards lost in my memory     O blessed be Walls you have broken down Oppressors you pinned to...

SHARK WALL KEY

(Or Triste at the Santa Barbara Sea Center) Maybe it was the quiet desperation of the     sea horse, holding on to a spine of sea grass  inside a cobalt blue aquarium that brought it on. Or perhaps the distressed Stingray flicking  a missing tail, as the frantic hands...

FOUR POEMS FOR 2024

Philippines, Proposed Addendum to Definition of noun : a stream that cuts through districts or fields of grass : an enclosure of water (see Badjao or Aquarian) : a subterranean wanting : a recollection of faces : a great and significant number, just below innumerable but above sufficient : parable,...

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Astronomy

We peer furtively at smiles, bent wrists and it smacks of mortality. We imagine—nebulae in the irises of a stranger, like they bear stories waiting for the optimum...

Another War

I was seven a war marred my hometown Tíyo and the fishermen soldiers the deep sea battlefield a compound of the sea’s little bones of sable sands in a wicked bottle their arsenal made the...

Saint-Paul de Mausole Sonnet After Van Gogh

                                         The painting started out as one crude sketch, lines and proportions silly. All over the scenery, smudge of trees and houses. There was form and there was...

Of Sunrises and Sunsets

1 Night falls I hear crickets And the sound of waves As the sea marks A quiet day Towards a somber weekend 2 I have lived with face masks And face shields For years And...