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Wishing war

How hard it is to take a side. Where I live, we are tribes Of rich and poor, and in-betweens. We are tribes of different colors. We are...

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...

I Read Your Name: A War Requiem

I read your nameWritten on a wounded treeBarely standing on the lakeshoreI gaze at the sadness of its former shadowThat remains in the memory...

Stay for the Fireworks

And while it’s true that knowledge of self is required before you can love, truly love, you must also have a healthy faith in the unknown, an appreciation for the wind...

Bohemian Rhapsody

“In the domain of music, birds have discovered everything.” —Olivier Messiaen who frequently used birdsong in his compositions. ~ Tweet from Berliner Philharmoniker there is no such thing as total silencein the place where i live.even if human tongues stop wagging,i still hear birds outside the...

Boyhood

The Santol Trees bear sweet or sour fruitsWe climb with our little hands and feetWe always scurry towards the treetopsAnd look down the world of our ancestorsThe Santol Trees flavor the big dreamsWe store in our boyhood jars at home

A Study on Four Artists

I. Van Gogh’s Patch of Flowers Flaming red, they gleam in the sunlight of Arles,The poppies in summer strewn along the paths.The artist shuffles by, weighed downBy the unbearable ache of wonder, a stripOf cloud taints the perfect cerulean sky.He looks up, raises a...

Passion of Waterfalls

Let me remember the passionthat propels you to caress the napeof the cliff as you slither towardthe rim of the ridge. And then you execute The Plunge:your daring dive, your riveting dance. O glory of falling water you carrynot just the swilling screams of boundingbut...

Rainbow’s End

Don’t come runningPanting, gasping, throbbing, weepingOn bended kneesWhen rainbows cease shiningAnd bougainvilleas stop bloomingWhen no pot of gold gleams on the horizonOn the boulevard of broken dreams Where once upon a timeWith glee, you sang, with feeling,“Promises, promises”To the tune of an elegiac Dionne WarwickBurt...

Bread of Heaven

You shall drink from the stream;I have commanded ravens to feed you there. ...

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