Here is a poem.
I think this anger in me comes from a deeper place unknown to me like my grandfather, who lost his leg in the war so long ago, along the rocks of Bessang Pass, along the ocean shores of memory. Your lolo never lost his leg, my lola says, and I believe her, because she weaves … Read more
California Origami Paper, a poem
California Origami Paper Today, I take my heart and wrap it up in origami paper I make a dipping bird shaped like desire and wishes, I sing and dance with it, letting it lie flatly on my palm. Tomorrow, I will take my dipping bird and wrap it up in origami paper. I’ll lift my creation toward the limelight. … Read more
A rendition of a stanza, a poem
I wrote this poem by starting off with a stanza I wrote for another poem, entitled “Coloring My Tongue Tagalog.” Enjoy. My lola knew I would sound like a bastard child when I tried to color my tongue Tagalog These words fill my ears like water overflowing a cup I am in the middle, … Read more
Grind Poem, “Words are Paper”
“You cannot wrap a fire with paper: the truth will come out.” — Chinese aphorism Words are Paper Take an origami heart and clasp your hands over it. Let it be swallowed by your warmth. A fire will burn within if you do not hear it. If it does, do not lose heart—it is … Read more
“If I Am Remembered Like Joyce Carol Vincent,” a poem
For my poem, feel free to check out this article on Joyce Carol Vincent and the documentary on her mysterious life. It moved me so much… Thank you for reading, and please enjoy this unedited poem. I plan to revise it soon. — If I Am Remembered Like Joyce Carol Vincent When I read about Joyce Carol Vincent, I … Read more
Revised Poem: Daily Grind “A Poet’s Words”
Revised version: A Poet’s Words A poet’s life begins by twisting words out of context, like dripping water, a towel A poet lives in translation like a bastard child of language and diaspora, escaping sea for sea I am a poet who walks between two lines On my left, there is a city with questions, … Read more
