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Along the Astral Sky
For that one person that I never met,why does my heart feel so shallow?you take a huge portion of my soulyet somehow we never crossed paths.
The whole universe stops when I imagineyou making dreams better than all realities.Two entities dazzling in the void...
Gantsilyo
Yarn, like stemsWinding around a steel bough.
Shaped into something different,Gloves, a scarf – a present
For your absentee mother.
Stalks pulled apart by tensionWith lasting curls,
Never returning to what it was.
Planting Season
They start when the sunlight isstill soft. They wear their sarok, farm’subiquitous item. From afar, theylook like banana plants that sag at the weightof their bulky fruits. I can’t fully hear theiroccasional conversation. Maybe they talkabout fixing their lone radio, which spurtsout nothing...
Bloodsheds on the Rainbow
Delivered from the lights of heavenand strolling earth with the likeness of Godsuppressed by society’s sanctioned sinsconvulsing norms and gospel’s grounds
Mother of many but with no wombhands are dainty as the flowers in Mayholding the bodies on the bloody paradeFlags torn down on...
When I think of leaving, I remember my daughter the night we lost the elections
I’m tired of this shithouse of a country:its coddling with thieves and tyrants, its short memory, its naïveté, its misplacedforgiveness.
I got one hand on Google mousing over “immigrant jobs in X country” andanother grasping my daughter’s words, like a beaded rosary that night...
Yule Season
My holiday wishesAs I gazeInto the wideOpen oceanIn the islandOf my birth
Save that giftAnd reserve itFor the hungryand the homelessIn the South.
Save the soundOf Christmas carolsAnd toll the bellsFor fishersWho lost their boatsAnd sources of livelihoodFrom the angry seas.
Save the merrymakingAnd transform it...
