This should be good or maybe it won’t It seems fitting to be inarticulate yet truthful at 3:00 in the morning. At this time of night So early in the morning I think it was a good choice to pass on the Cheetos My keyboard…
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Hour 19
Response poem to Irisa Kwok’s Hong Kong Triptych When spring never came, my friend left forever. She said, fuck the neon metropolis and instead moved to countries of fog instead of mist, brick instead of cement. She bowed not once, not twice but thrice. Swam…
Hour 19: directions to reach my home by the village bus
to reach my island home once you’ve alighted from the ferry: lift your nose inhale deeply the crisp and tangy air tilt your head inhale again does that stir memories? walk to the minibus parked beside the squat red cement shed that serves as a…
School
A school is not a building but a community Stitched together with hundreds of hearts and minds All working to the same ends at the same time A unique combination of energy and souls That doesn’t exist anywhere else in the world And will never…
Wearing a Mask
In this time of COVID-19, Loneliness creeps in to the farthest recesses making it difficult, if not impossible to stay connected to stay positive to remain part of something bigger. Not often am I concerned about having control allowing the natural course of things Social…
Black Lives Always Matter (hour 19, prompt 19)
We’re far too many to be silenced Though we only need one voice We’re going to make a difference We’re not giving them a choice Black lives always matter Each and every one And we’ll never stop our movement Until real change is being done….
Graceful Siphonophore Apolemia
There she glides Gracefully she glides Silently she waits She waits for surprises In the depth of the ocean She rests peacefully While everyone is unguarded She’ll attack innocently
Replication
I turn into myself. I turn into you. Together we’re telling a new kind of truth. We’re stronger together than we’ve been on our own. And the best part is that we are never alone.
The Great Sea Monster
I thought I’ve seen it all. Blimey! God was a master creator. Within the belly of the sea, Lies a creature the inhabitants Of the sea dare not speak of. A creature made of the complex beast Extinct by science. The longest creature in the…
A bunch full of flowers in the hands Colorful and beautiful Flow out to spread fragrance In the house A bunch full of thoughts in the mind Wise and wonderful Flow out to spread brilliance In the conscience A bunch full of virtues in the…