Remind You

May I remind you, that every day is a brand new day? Filled with lots of love, all around. May I remind you, The sky is blue with white puffy clouds. May I remind you, that a walk a day, keeps the doctor away. May…

A letter

Hi It has been a while Cliché but it’s all I have forty years is a long time I don’t know what to say I don’t know why I’m writing I don’t know why you care I know you want to know why I know…

Take Care

Dear Chile, Now, I did not want to come to you in this way. You know that I didn’t girl. The fact is that you don’t dream anymore so I can’t visit like I used to. Y’all think spirits are free. That’s what y’all think…

Letter from Ancestor

Letter from Ancestor My dear I am long gone but I wish you well do not hurt the pigeons let the mongoose live in the bushes Ah…do you water the plants I planted? the gulmohar, the deodar and the cedar the mango bears fruits now……

Dear Sandi (hour 6)

Life is very brief, and so not living is slowly dying you used to live, you know?   Ice skating calves and ankles quiver as the frozen ground stirs, you’d shiver.   Once you exercised a bunch ate well, shunned the late night munch made…

Dove

Your skin so whiter than cotton Your eyes full of tears When you are flying near you You always whisper a new sound so cute Your heart beats multiple  hours just for me Your hands you touches me with your fingers tips Your lips sings…

Hour 6: Jazz Man

So, what have you done with them? Everyone I gave you?   What did you do with Wynton Marsalis and Herbie Hancock?   Show me what you know!   1e&a, 2 e&a, 3e&a, 4— For fu-asdfugghjkl (grrrr) You’re better than that. There’s life beyond fours….

2022 Poem Two

CW: Mentions of eugenics, anti-abortion protests, HIV, COVID, accusations of grooming Untitled   We’re on the edge. Don’t cover your eyes, your ears. The writing has been on the wall. Written in the blood of those who came before me. Your rose colored glasses just…

Ring of Fire (Hour Five, A Tanka Poem)

Ring of Fire Sitting on my throne, contemplating Life, I can’t help but wonder, how did I wind up here? And then, it hits me: jalapeños!   ****A tanka is a five line poem with the syllable count of 5/7/5/7/7.****

Lost Chance (Hour 6)

I hadn’t encountered the word mentor when you encircled me with words that propelled me to unthought-of heights but in my mind you were suffocating me and now I’m sad that you’re gone far from here I cry still even as I know spilt milk…