A faded flower
does not signal the plants death
just retirement
A faded flower
does not signal the plants death
just retirement
How bold you are to
trust a fickle future
with your chubby baby
slamed against concrete
cherry syrup stains the wall
push off spring lock shot
Here we go again
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
hypnotic blue light I become a moth trapped inside
Nuclear fusion fueled by hydrogen found inside human spit carbon cycles through sweet spruce and pulsating hearts shining stars and suns celestial graveyards rich in nitrogen give birth to fields … Continue reading A Clockwork of Stars
<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
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
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
Anaphora is the repetition of a word or expression at the beginning of successive phrases Anaphora comes from the Greek word for “carrying up or back” Anaphora is the repetition … Continue reading Poetic Form: Anaphora
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