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  • The Invisible Condition

    “Why am I so Brainwashed?”, She thought.   The Catholic had been conditioned to prey to the existence of an invisible God. “Why am I such a Brainwashed Catholic?” Thoughts came from the beyond and transfigured into prayers translated from beyond the aether and the divine. The Brainwashed Catholic prayed for change in Upper Management.…

  • Happy 100th Birthday, Inay!

    We call my grandmother Inay (mother in Tagalog).  She is a century old today!  Here is a poem I wrote for her several years ago: it’s a hard place being her and being alive between the river and the rock crying raw across the wavy years and smiling too it’s hard to grow as ripe…

  • The Drain

    When the water falls And the empty is filled When globules of gas Take form in spheres   When i am cast amid the sea And for a while, Untaken   The mouth gapes wide The emptiness empties And the water spins In whirlpools of intruding orbs Spheres explode Awakened   What Centripetal swirling force…

  • Days of the Dead

    Halloween and the Day of the Dead just passed.  These last few weeks have just whizzed by as I have been reorganizing the household and taking on several projects simultaneously.  I finally have time now to dedicate an entry to those who have passed away. My first brush with death happened when I was around…

  • The Fast and Furious Life of Liz B.

    “She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.” ~ Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao She was my roommate and bestie.  She stripped at the place where there were hundreds of beautiful girls and one ugly one.  But Liz was not…

  • Politics is Poetry is Personal

    “Everyone is familiar with the slogan “The personal is political” — not only that what we experience on a personal level has profound political implications, but that our interior lives, our emotional lives are very much informed by ideology. We oftentimes do the work of the state in and through our interior lives. What we…

  • #himthough

    In my last post I spoke about the #metoo movement, but I didn’t quite give insight to my personal story.  Like many women out there, I have more than one I could tell.  I’ve had the unfortunate experience falling into a pattern of abusive relationships.  Some men were verbally abusive with hot tempers that grew,…

  • The Man Who Spoke Horrors

    It has been many years since she met the man who of spoke horrors.  Pathos was in his past while his name goes unremembered like the numbers on his skin, a shame I cannot recall it.  He was a guest in our junior high school English class, recounting the hell of the Holocaust that bore…

  • Digression to Milk

    Books and fire don’t mix        Together they ignite              Paper chips into flames                   From once animated trees                        Who have lost their bark   The books bark back…

  • Ode to Candle

    Tire toil and tire Weary oil and fire Come to early day Wax to wax away In darkness comes the light Messiah to the sight Fast in flux it may Dance in disarray It has worn the flame.