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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...
Hometown
Here the seashore stores
The footprints of strangers
And stories about the oceans
Like nobody knows until now
where the first wave came from
And open secrets of ancestors
Like the tryst of the sea and the sky
But only eyes from far away can see
Eyes
Dusk
The sun bleeds as it dies. Magentas, crimsons, lilacs spread across the sky. “A variant of the riddle goes: A pair of yarn balls / that can reach the heavens.” I skewed the metaphor. You say it doesn’t matter. You like the slant...
