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In Gratitude

In each moment of doubt…I thank TheeAs I remember the many questionsI tried to ignore,Who am IWhere am IWhy am I here In each moment of fearI thank TheeAs I rememberThe mind is a trickster, a teasePlaying games on me In each moment of wanderLost...

ARC OF OUR VOICE

Woman Woman is daylightWoman is God’s gardenWoman is rib of creation Woman is legend Woman is myth and miracle Woman is spring Woman is hope Woman is faith Woman is love Woman is fruit and seedWoman is tenderness Woman is courage Woman is half the skyWoman is visionWoman is destinyWoman is devotionWoman is...

After Reading Hemingway’s “Clean, Well-lighted Place” (For Joel Toledo and the Bayaws)

Soon it will be like us. Eighty-year-old men Being refused another round of beersWaiters eager to go home to their wives.Assuming we reach old ageWith the way we drink our sorrows, The way we drink our longingsThe way we order buckets of pain,We strive to...

Story with My Grandfather

My grandfather growled Outside the windowOf the parked Corolla in the garage.  I parked myself insideBecause we fought the week before. My parents had separatedAnd I took my mother’s side.  Dad’s father lawyered for himWho brought me to school,Who was with me and brother dailyWhile Mom was...

After the Rain

I used to hate rain. My heart would trembleupon its arrival.Announcing its comingwith grey, dreary,and foreboding skies. I used toclose the curtain,draw the blinds,close my eyes,and pray that the rainwould go away. Now, I love the rain.welcomingand embracing it when it comes.“Hello, rain. We meet again.” Chaos...

Butterfly

Do not catchA butterfly With your hands,Especially not A white oneEven with itsEver so slightStreaks of black. You might Damage itsDelicate wingsAnd it can Never fly again.Catch it, rather,With a cameraOr even just Your mind’s eyeRemembering itThrough your ownMetamorphosis Into a livingShining beingClothed in whiteLinen like Someone We all know.

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Meditations

            Seeking In silence I render my song In stillness I yield In the dimness and the brightness I could see that it is The One Still I seek I am...

Of Science, Of Fate

Frost eyes stare into the layers and layers underneath. Rotate, adjust, rotate, adjust. some eyes are made to look at what’s under miscroscopes and see the dinosaur-old cells within barely human humans.   Cold hands...

Geography of our Melancholies

For Mariko   This inconsolable distance Between our lips Separated by unfamiliar cities And impassable seas; This insatiable wonder for the unknown That grows every day in morbid anticipation Of the smell...

Two Poems for 2023

2023 Never too sure if thisis still the right way.The world maintains its tilta couple degrees off its axisand the roads shudderat our destinations.From where...