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Canned Sardines

Red, orange and brownYour lunch, your dinnerYou don’t have a choiceFor it’s your only fare now It’s now on sale in storesBuy now; it’s buy...

Grandmother Cooking

Mamay, here you are soaking the soft riceAnd wrapping them in the leaves tender, darkenedDarkened by the tiniest flame that you whispered to.The bundles...

Things My Cat Ate

Not the red ball of yarn I threw at her,a lizard’s tail,the bright threads of a woolen rag,a fish head, some greens that felloff...

Because A… Rosebud

because a wounded rosebudtaunts the harvest moonand a failed moonbeamlimps among the dewdropswaltzing on the evening grassmy soulis searedin the embersof a brown passion Written...

Darning

When all is done, Mama shows mehow to knot the final stitch, carefulnot to tug too tightly at the thread.The doctor must have performedthe...

Iteration of a Theme’s Variation

End with everything. Keep nothing. Then own it all again.Find a bad man on a good day. Lose a worse man,then reclaim five friends...

You, Too, Are a Pilgrim

“Look!” she exclaimed. I followed her clue toward the glinting blue, and I saw a flock of birds on an expedition. As if on...

WEARING BLACK ON ST. VALENTINE’S DAY

jet-blackmy get-up today, from the upperto the underwear:black shirt, the color of mourningon this loveliest of mornings.black denims, the hue of rue.black shoes and...

Waterdragon: A Tale of the Maranao Weaver-Woman

For her gnarled fingers, it was never a questionof mere ornamentation,but of a secret syllabary,a language of ancient strengththat burned beyond tongues.Frome where her...

BRIEF ANGEL

You are oneTo slip through the nightsLike a gauze.You come to meThinly wrappingAround my body.You are hereYet not here.I riseWith every drawing of breathLike...