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FROM SEAWARD AND OTHER POEMS
Seaward
Escaping the harshnessof a pandemicI swim for this antipathy to endlike sandscapes wheresea turtles go underto lay...
Four Poems for the Future
Nothing’s Too Far
There is no escaping the long arm of memory,
& the more I try to, I turn to it instead:
During trips to my father’s house tucked deep
in Badbad, I learned as a child to look at the blurring
flowers when responses to “Are...
The Pawns
Every step I make on board
I am ensured a duty
A little chance to defend my King
To prove him my fealty
And every box I step ahead
Going to the other side
They promise me a promotion
That may help turn the tide
So on and on I marched...
I am Woman
I am woman.My menses borne beforesanitary napkins and tampons.
I am woman.A breast cancer survivorclose to eighteen years now.
I am woman.Daughter of a feisty Waraywho taught me how to fight.
I am woman.Daughter-in-law of a warrior forFilipino music and freedom of expression.
I am woman.Married to...
Poems Written in NEW YORK
THE ETERNAL WOMAN
The eternal womancomplainsabout the quality of breadin the kitchen.
Nor do I growlback at herthough she angers melike a nail in my foot.
MOONCURSE
Although the aboriginal moon-mother mooninglyCalls out to him with her wild summonsHe’d prefer to stay indoors:To dwell in his cave...
Reflections on a Full Moon (For Kerima)
A glimpse of a full moon
On an early Thursday morning.
You look at the living room
And discover
A presence long gone.
And there is nothing
You can do.
Nevertheless
My daughter lives
In murals dedicated
To brave women of a Southern town.
My daughter lives
In postcards
Celebrating radical love.
My daughter's spirit
Thrives in symposium
Analyzing...
