“we come from places we have never traveled” | an ekphrasis poem
In the spirit of collaborative writing, this poem from my Daily Grind is written with nods to e.e. cummings’s poem “somewhere i have never travelled,” and Evelina M. Galang’s short story “The Look-Alike Women,” in her collection Her Wild American Self. I have also written it in response to my dear friend’s painting loveseat. from his depth of field … Read more
Sarsarita Time
[ Magical Realism Piece ] Sarsarita Time Cristal’s transformation into a mirror began the moment her mother altered their names. When it happened, her mother was so pleased with herself that, after she signed the necessary documents, she patted Cristal’s head and told no one in particular how wonderful her new last name sounded. She … Read more
A Sun Poem
The sun emerges from the east in an ivory, butterfly-sleeved dress. She walks on waters with feet as divisible as crows’ wings. Touch her not for she forgets how long her voice, full of beams, lingers on shades of brown skin. Her arms sink in the hills far west, and for a moment she will … Read more
for the stones which love us: collaborative generating #11
Collaborative Manifesto Project: here. “Others never see you: they surmise about you from uncertain conjectures; they do not see your nature so much as your artifice. So do not cling to their sentence: cling to your own.” – Michel de Montaigne, On Repenting When you board the redeye flight to Los Angeles, say flesh: I’m … Read more
A brief poem: “Remembering Dolores Street”
Remembering Dolores Street I found a photograph of the old, white veranda I used to play on when I was a child. It was in a book, tucked away in Go Tell It On A Mountain. With my fingers, I touched the thinness of the plastic picture. It felt light, like a memory. I remembered … Read more
collaborative generating #10: “whenever I tried to color my tongue Tagalog”
to fly above silence: collaborative generating #10 Collaborative Manifesto Project: here. Then I turned around and saw the sky. It was red and all my life was in it. –Jean Rhys, “Wide Sargaso Sea” (via Evangeline Ganaden) My lola knew I would sound like a bastard child whenever I tried to color my tongue Tagalog. She … Read more
