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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.
