Wednesday, December 31, 2014

clouds move tanka

clouds move
in a space beyond grief
or understanding...
memory, my scandelous mirror
alwasy telling a lie

tumbling through winter tanka



tumbling 
through winter
she knew she didn't fit...
a doll's life trapped
in a young man's body

Monday, December 29, 2014

I won't lose you Somonka

I won't lose you


I will follow
your body as far as
the street
where best regards forms a corner
with the breeze

I will follow
your body up to where
our two bodies fight
to enter your dark tunnel...
the deluge of your cloisters

Sunday, December 28, 2014

filled with longing tanka

filled with longing
I came looking 
for ghosts and found 
whispers—
divergent

strange creatures tanka

strange
creatures
on moonlit nights
ugly sloth faces
when I'm alone

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Haiku monostitch


you bend like a secret about to be revealed erotic logo

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We met as soul mates on Parris Island Somonka

We met as soul mates on Parris Island


there were holes
in the Persian rug we sat on
that Christmas
I could smell the fear
and uncertainty of happiness

no war crimes
would ever be punished
our shadows,
a candle burning at both ends,
kept singing Goodnight Saigon 


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

this cold night tanka

this cold night
a silver birch reaches
for the sky
the life I shared with him
...a scent of lilacs

cold night tanka

cold night,
a silver birch reaches
for the sky—
life dissolves into circles
when visualizing loss

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

tiene sangre en las manos

tiene sangre en las manos
y vidrio soplado en los pulmones
el corredor
del narcotráfico
donde mi isla muere
tiene sangre en la cara
y vidrio molido en sus fosas nasales
el corredor
de la justicia
donde mi isla muere
tiene sangre en su pene
y vidrio cortado en su colon
el corredor
de partidos políticos corruptos
donde mi isla muere
y sangra, sangra, sangra
por la cabeza
sangra por los pezones
sangra por los pies
y es capaz de salir absuelto 

Juan Ramón Zalduondo, Puerto Rico's true owner, was arrested today!

Juan Ramón Zalduondo, Puerto Rico's true owner, was arrested today! He is a criminal in all the sense of the word, political corruption, drug trafficking, banking corruption, you name it he has been alleged to have done it.  It is a real triumph for Puerto Rican justice.





Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

I've had this blog since 2009.  I want to thank you all for the support you've shown through the years.
Have an incredible Holiday Season!
Sergio

fairy-tale illusions tanka

fairy-tale illusions:
I want to make love
but my neck smells
of another lover's touch…
sleeping on Sunset Boulevard

another soul blown like glass tanka

another soul 
blown like glass... 
I'm sleeping 
on Milagro Boulevard
waiting for my train to Machu Picchu

Monday, December 22, 2014

winter solstice tanka

winter solstice
a cold that travels
from my heart to the moon
to the other side
of silence

I stare at my hand tanka

I stare at my hands
look for visions 
I haven't braved—
a haven without sea surf
or undertow

watching a ginkgo tree Tanka

watching
a ginkgo tree through
a hospital window...
should I say I'm sixty-three,
or that I’m a devotee of Eros?

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Labrinth - Beneath Your Beautiful ft. Emeli Sandé

orbiting around your face tanka

I am orbiting
around your face
my heart
is like a fire-stone…
sparks ignite my bones

Friday, December 19, 2014

Thursday, December 18, 2014

my fallen flower tanka


you were
my fallen flower
a 1000 gifts
of heavenly abundance
my banquet of endings

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Everything eventually comes to an end Somonka

Everything eventually comes to an end


I've learned
to disappear inside
the cracks
of the path along
my shuttered house

this is as far
as I venture into
empty space…
I bond with the quartzes
of a moaning night

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

gifts tanka

we are ripe
with gifts, the moon,
the first rays
of morning from the East,
a coffer for a faithful heart

Monday, December 15, 2014

Winter tanka

winter
I have walked through
your storms
dreaming within the folds
of frizzled viola petals

Sunday, December 14, 2014

The Pianist a haibun for Frizt Kersting

The Pianist

We buried him yesterday. Night finds little, if any consolation in the embellished stars, and although I’ve stopped crying, I still sigh.

I'm listening to music
when there's nothing but
the luscious scent
of emptiness…my haunted past
stares at the future

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Torture Song, tanka sequence

Torture Song


I saw my face
in a cell at Guantanamo
electrocuting
his genitals, my government
waterboarding

I saw my face
in Ferguson right after
being shot…
a commanding surge blasted
through the streets

I saw my face
in a man selling cigarettes
on a NYC street corner
screaming I can’t breathe,
and I can’t breathe


Thursday, December 11, 2014

what will it feel like when he's gone tanka

wondering
what it will feel like
after he's gone
pulled by a rope
I walk through the dark

Sunday, December 07, 2014

I'll will whisper in my lover’s ear tanka


I'm going back
to a time when I was 
a woman
my kimono brushing 
the arid ground

Cheryl Clarke #BlackPoetsSpeakOut

Saturday, December 06, 2014

for my good friend Fritz Kersting - a farewell tanka - he passed away today

unmoored
launched cloudward
he dreams 
with heavenly music—
carnations tinged with love


Spanish translation by Pedro Perez Osorio


sin amarras
lanzado hacia las nubes 
sueña

música celestial
claveles teñidos de amor

Thursday, December 04, 2014

let it rain tanka

let it rain
may it all be suppressed
your footsteps
in the melting snow...
climb through my window after dusk

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

UNDERTOW TANKA REVIEW ISSUE # 3 is now LIVE!

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Monday, December 01, 2014

he planted palms tanka



he planted palms
along my driveway
so dates could
ripen before my sorrows...
shadows in the stream

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

to paint Mácacoel tanka

to paint Mácacoel,
he who is without eyelids,*
I have used
the ink of flowers* that fly 
from the hidden scared caves




*Mácacoel, him who is without eyelids, guards the entrance to sacred caves in Taino iconography.  He was turned into stone and placed in front of the caves for all eternity.

*Colorful birds thought to be extinct.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

think nothing of it tanka

think nothing of it
if at the shrine of your life
I'm cured of madness...
for I tasted silence
in the book of words

Monday, November 24, 2014

our eyes will meet tanka


our eyes will meet
and so I wish you well...
there are boots
under my pillow, memories
of you in love with orchids

Sunday, November 23, 2014

when I am all alone Tanka

when I am all alone
my heart is incomplete…
for years, you were
just a superficial distance
in the glaze of memory

Friday, November 21, 2014

talk to me tanka

talk to me
soothe my capricious pulse
with the fluttering
of chanting hummingbirds...
I wrestle shadows tonight

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

to this day Tanka

to this day,
the junipers are humming
their farewells ...
does the past change
more than the present?

Monday, November 17, 2014

somonka walking along a desert road

you've been 
heading down the wrong road
walk out 
on your lover
leave her for me

there's a street 
I walk on when I am lonely
I sing, look 
for signs that will tell me 
where to go in peace

Sunday, November 16, 2014

daybreak tanka

daybreak
is no time to grieve...
at night 
I open the sails of my thoughts
in the path of the wind



citation: Ahmad Shamloo

Saturday, November 15, 2014

I hear beats tanka

I hear beats 
inside my dream
our voices, 
quiet flames shuddering
in the night

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

long before tanka

long before 
my mother's burial
life 
had some form to it...
I dove into the seas inside me

Saturday, November 08, 2014

it had come to you tanka

it had come to you
and you were in the body
of that failing deer...
what does death feel like,
does it use you up like birth?

Friday, November 07, 2014

he’s gone, for Brian Zimmer tanka


for Brian Zimmer


he’s gone
and the heartache will be tamed...
but aren’t we all
already disappearing,
sleeping among the flowers?

Thursday, November 06, 2014

lost boys tanka


lost boys
there is sorrow
on my face,
you churn-up earth
like lovers of dim corners

I lost my way tanka

I lost my way
out of the woods
on the night
swallows went south...
vanished among strangers

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

trying to remember old lyrics tanka

trying to remember
old lyrics,
I watch the world
toss its shadow
on the moon

Monday, November 03, 2014

Mesatonic poem by Sergio Ortiz

Alternate names for brown boys
         by Sergio Ortiz

                 rooFers
trench diggeRs
              brokEn rims
 pro-ball pipE dreamers
  pinto lowriDers
celebrity  ghOsts
   cured by   Medical science

Saturday, November 01, 2014

it's time tanka

it’s time
to mean what I say
be the rider
in the harsh silence and force
an oath of unity on the wind

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

each heartache Tanka

each heartache
is the science of claws…
dashing across
quiet ocean floors
shadows breed in my veins

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Hero somonka tanka

Hero



to die a hero
gripping at the moon
adjusting
to the gloom
children playing in the rain

when anger twinkles
and shadows breed in my veins
I hear this song:
I never meant to start a war
…just wanted you to let me in

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Sergio A. Ortiz is a Puerto Rican poet and the founding editor of Undertow Tanka Review. He is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. 2nd place in the 2016 Ramón Ataz annual poetry competition, sponsored by Alaire Publishing House. He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sergio A. Ortiz es poeta puertorriqueño que escribe en inglés y español. Actualmente trabaja en su primera colección de poesía, Elephant Graveyard, Cementerio de Elefantes. Ha sido nominado al premio Pushcart en dos ocasiones, al Best of the Web en cuatro ocasiones, y al Best of the Net, 2016. 2do lugar Premio Ramón Ataz de Poesía, 2016. Sus poemas han aparecido, o están por aparecer, en revistas literarias como: Letralía, Chachala Review, The Accentos Review, Resonancias, por mencionar algunos.

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