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What Is Your Name?

How do you call yourselfwhen no one, not even you,listens? Where do you find the wordswhen everything escapes yourthoughts? What stories come to lifewhen images are...

Rinsing rice

I fed two takal of rice Into the newly washed pot. Scooped water for rinsing. Fumbled, stirred the seeds Of Tatay’s perspiration. Spilled the milky water. Poured out slowly until...

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...

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...

The Shape of Tears

Out of the blue yonderIn sheer queer wonderDaughter asks meWhat is the shape of tears? I wonder what she meant.Has she wept too much?Cried as muchOr as frequentIn her tender age? Has she bawledAnd bellowedOver some little romanceSome passing fancyRemembering the boyYet forgetting the feeling? Has...

ODE TO DUSK

Catch me another duskAs the day is doneAnd the high bright sunHas settled where it shouldInto the bowels of the sea. Catch me another duskTo recallLife on the islandWhen rice paddiesLead you to the nearby riverWhere the young diveAnd negotiate deep watersAnd rise nakedWhile...

Letting Go

That one moment,When I realized,I have to be stronger,Braver than ever…Not for myself. The longing stare,Yet peaceful sense,That warm embrace,And loving words…“You are my angel.” My heart shattered,I knew it’s time,Yet it kept me together,You need me now,more than ever.Not to keep you…But to let...

Two Poems

The Feet When we are born, our fingers and toes are counted to confirm if we have themcomplete.Like the hands, we have two feet.Some were born with one or none.What is so special about the foot? Cute little toes curling up bring gladness.The first few...

As Fog

As fog grazes these hillsawash with browning shrubs,shanties creep from the valleylined with rivers swelling withdry rocks and restless ants.

nothing has changed only the forms of it

nothing has changed only the forms of it when we wedded the struggle brought us before a mayor who joked, run as fast as you can don’t let the dictator catch you

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