A faded flower
does not signal the plants death
just retirement
Tag: Poem
A Haiku Addressing Mothers
How bold you are to
trust a fickle future
with your chubby baby
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Here We Go Again
slamed against concrete
cherry syrup stains the wall
push off spring lock shot
Here we go again
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Biscocho
twice baked Spanish bread twice sweetened twice buttered up twice removed from history’s gaze twice baked Iloilo province bread hard as steel twice baked Balikbayan biscotti brittle as dried mub … Continue reading Biscocho
Why I Am Not Going Out Today
hypnotic blue light I become a moth trapped inside
Setting the Price
Please sit down to fill your form and try to be precise. I know you just started today but we must set the price. Section one determines the base we … Continue reading Setting the Price
Sweet
My addiction to sweetness is killing my body’s ability to produce glucose regulating bland insulin. Simultaneously, my need to know what our politician are doing to our air, our land, … Continue reading Sweet
Names
<Redacted> came from your grandfather on your father’s side, who got it from his father, who got it from his father, who got it from an English man who had … Continue reading Names
Puto
Be me. Brown kid called Black or Black called brown, growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area. Be me. Eating Puto. What did you say? Puto. I said I … Continue reading Puto
Brazo de Mercedes
your arms are soft as sea foam yet strong enough to lift balikbayan boxes onto airplanes, trains, buses your arms are sweeter than sin yet saltier than saline drops on … Continue reading Brazo de Mercedes
The Literary Dragon 