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TWO POEMS

KUNG FU POEM You killed my master In syllables two seconds out of synch with the lips,while a crooked finger points back to himself, vengeance smoldering in...

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...

One week on a cliff’s edge, overlooking the sea

 These waves roar past, a   hundred feet tall, smashing through the rocks beneath. Carving out a hollow space out of the stone, that in a...

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...

PRAYING YOUR WILL?

There you go again,Praying for yourCreature comforts.Brain’s drying up,I see,Though summer’sNot been around That long.Seasons haveTheir uses,Did you know.Summer is so thatFlowers can growAnd bees can sip Their honeyWhile they waitTo fruit. GoodFor your stomach,Not just sight.Don’t pray summerAway on the Excuse of waterFor the dams.Those...

Chopin’s Valse de L’Adieu

After a year of hesitant whispers, Their mutual nodTo terminate the engagement. Clouds of unknowing Drift over Paris, The syllogism of parting Known only to Maria WodzińskaAnd him.  Perhaps, it was her dread Of his unrelenting winter fever—That famished lout gnawing At his lungs, bound to consume him Fourteen years hence; Or the...

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...

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