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Find Us a Rainbow(A Song)

Find us a rainbow at the end of the stormFind us a rendezvous where we can weave a dreamFind us a sunshine at the end of the nightFind us a garden cove where we can share a dreamFind us a shelter where we...

Written After Viewing DengCoy Miel’s Rizal in the Land of Lilimut

The more this land drinks blood,the smaller the people getThe more people get smaller,the more their memories get scaled downWhittled down, all they recall noware the steps taken awayThe words not present,the color of lossBreathing and crying for they know not what.A man...

Lakeview Sunday

Once the lake water was salty.History points to a volcano islanderupting and cutting offan inlet intothe open sea.The town natives still referto this lake as dagat.It must be habit how timecurates an offinga small opening flowing its wayto the bloodstream untilthe mouthmythologizes into a...

Brave New World

It’s 20 minutes after 8 in the eveningAnd everyone is readying themselvesFor another wretched night of fragile safety.Air raid sirens bellow throughout Kiev and Kharkiv and all over UkraineAs the ceaseless roar of rockets and missilesDart throughout the merciless winter night.The huddled masses...

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...

Random Pickings

Red

Everyone says that Red is the color Of love and passion Which adds meaning to lovers’ days and inflames their hungry nights Yet some of us forget That red is blood Personifying...

Asylum pieces

at 53 my sinfulness pervades the daily news and “justifies all my childhood abuse”— i thank all for the times when I can choose to turn to earthly...

Lines from My Nepal Notebook

A whiff of jasmine Rose petals scattering Mighty pines dancing Bamboos swaying, dipping, snapping back Sunflowers gazing at their namesake in giddy worship. A windy spring day in Godavari. (April,...

The Bliss of Old Socks

I toss brand new socks back and rifle through drawers for solace and kindness The old ones surrender and smile at me the garters have given up...