Rich nutrients are locked away in fallen trees.
A treasure awaits release in fallen trees.
I harvest corpses: redwood, sycamore, pine, oak.
I cobble together tables from fallen trees.
Bay windows lined with birch watch the canopy wave.
An artificial forest without fallen trees.
Without coarse woody debris the cycle is halt-
edited out dried leaves, fungus spores, fallen trees.
Where trees fall, new growth, one life brings forth a thousand
a nebula, cradle, crafted from fallen trees.
On August 1, 2016, my review of To Love As Aswang appeared on the Halo-Halo Review.
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I adore this book. I am not saying this because I was asked to. To be honest, I asked to be a reviewer simply because I loved Diwata so much that I could not wait to read the next collection by Reyes.
By the by, I would like to announce that I am now taking book review requests. If there is a book you believe I or anyone should read, please provide a suggestion below. Thank you.
a faint golden glow
a whale’s rib cage
captured in stone
arches above you
the gilded gleam
of a serpentine woman
from 2 years
make it smaller
with each inhale
with each exhale
I wish to ignite
and flare out
for we both
to much to bare.
I am the milky way staring at itself
from one limited vantage point.
as a slight imbalanced equation
at the beginning of space time.
Tomorrow marks another milestone in Dragon’s Den’s history. As many in the US know, tomorrow is the Independence Day — the day each year we celebrate the signing of the Declaration of Independence and the beginning of the US Revolution. Given such an important day in this nation’s history, many writers have tossed their own thoughts into the air amid the fireworks and music. For this dragon writer, who loves fireworks in any shape and form, this tomorrow also marks the first Fourth of July in Washington. To celebrate this milestone, I present to you dear readers the top 10 poems for the Fourth.
I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman
The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus
America by Claude McKay
Good Night by Carl Sandburg
Many ways to say good night.
Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July
spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes.
They fizz in the air, touch the water and quit.
Rockets make a trajectory of gold-and-blue
and then go out.
Railroad trains at night spell with a smokestack mushrooming a white pillar.
Steamboats turn a curve in the Mississippi crying a baritone that crosses lowland
cottonfields to razorback hill.
It is easy to spell good night.
Many ways to spell good night.
America by Allen Ginsberg
Canada Anemone by Fleda Brown
The Fourth of July Parade by Fran Haraway
waiting on the mayflower by Evie Shockley
Monuments by Myra Sklarew
Of History and Hope by Miller Williams