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quicksand tanka

quicksand sucking at my feet-- the longer I live the more I shed my anger, embracing silence

to all the men tanka

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to the men who entered and left my bedroom wearing nothing but balloons… I will not be possessed by sadness

tanka en espanol

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que somos para los girasoles y cardenalitos… sueños que terminan sin rastro de anhelos

what are men tanka

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“The half life of love is forever.”  —Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her -  what are men  to sunflowers and  cardinals, dreams that end  without a trace of longing? Painting by Larry Zach

a todos los hombres/ tanka / respondiendo a una cancion de Willie Nelson

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a todos los hombres que colmaron mis noches de éxtasis, a los que un día acaricie, acurruque a solo los mejores a mis prófugos del pensamiento que entraron y salieron por mi puerta me alegra que llegaran

Alanis Morissette - To All The Boys I've Loved Before (English and Spanish)

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Julio Iglesias, Willie Nelson - To All The Boys I've Loved Before

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mi obra maestra tanka

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mi obra maestra… holograma de flores de cerezo derramando los pétalos de mis pesares dentro de un rayo de luz

my masterpiece

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my masterpiece... a hologram of cherry blossoms shedding the petals of my sorrows into a ray of light

now that you're gone tanka

now that you're gone, are you really made of stardust? amnesia... a labyrinth of rejected  imperfections

amnesia haiku

amnesia… a labyrinth of rejected lovers

haiku

el olvido… laberinto desechado de lo imperfecto 

From Cinder to Cinder

From Cinder to Cinder how do I draw a broken heart when beauty is nothing but the birth of fear inside me there is only room for light… intersections of harmony, corridors of flaming dawns 

In Response to Payam Feili’s poem: Eleven

In Response to Payam Feili’s poem: Eleven I too blossom in that languid lake— grieve for your words my poems bowdlerized beneath fallen leaves I mourn my sitting Shiva my wild rose in dark prison cells where sleeplessness is at no time impossible, where spring never reaches any further than the walls I despair for my uncle’s only son in the cold season of his naked groin O, how I despair for his lips on my nape

miente la música tanka

¿Cuándo miente la música? ¡Cuando sonidos de perfección acústica en Lps sobrepasan mis latidos!

when music learns to lie tanka

when does music learn to lie? when the sounds of acoustic perfection on Lps overpass my heartbeats

con la calma tanka

con la calma que nos distanciamos de la lluvia— envueltos en un sentido de plenitud 

the rain tanka

how calmly we distance each other from the rain— a constant sense of fullness surrounding us

migration haiku

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migration… on the slim backs of children

my country Tanka

my country 'tis of thee ... picking strawberries  at the corner of angst and apprehension over-ridden by ghosts 

falling into grace

falling  into grace... the art  of dreaming up  the impossible

come sit by me Somonka

come sit by me my kindred friend we can no longer look for God on every corner come here let’s talk they've kidnapped Him, my senseless brother and no one’s paying for his ransom

The Voice 2015 Jordan Smith - Semifinals: "Somebody to Love"

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desert rain haiku

desert rain mirrors images of light... the blues

blues are gone tanka

rain on the desert, mirror images of beauty… blues are gone it took me long to breathe the road is broad, the search deep

geografía de mi memoria tanka

geografía de mi memoria— colección al azar de versos arrebatados a la noche  

geography of my memory tanka

geography of my memory— a collection of verses hijacked from the dead of night

un soñador tanka

un soñador  me salvo  del desespero…  camuflado  de arco iris

a cloud-walker

a cloud-walker saved me  from despair— camouflaged  with rainbows

Terrorismo

Terrorismo ¿Qué se necesita para dejar a un lado la oración... caminar en el amor sin fijarse en la lluvia que inunda el corazón? ¿Qué significa derretir la mente con temor... enterrar las armas antes de que el corazón desvanezca y las piernas se empapen de orine?

caminó tanka

caminó por una calle mojada ensayando un nuevo mañana… el mundo en guerra robó  tiempo al día para trabajar en un poema… una ave menor del paraíso espera por tu respuesta

Adele - Make You Feel My Love [Official Video]

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I steal minutes

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I steal time to work on a poem… a lesser bird of paradise waits for your reply

I walk tanka

I walk  on a wet street auditioning for a new tomorrow... the world is still at war

concealed in prayers tanka

body parts  throughout the city--  houses  that have no walls... monotheist & atheist concealed in prayers

haiku

lovesick summer... the perfect setting  for a song enfermo de amor... perfecto escenario para una canción

haiku despierto por el viento

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despierto por el viento... el libro de las horas* *Rilke  awakened  by a breeze...  the book of hours *   *Rainer Maria Rilke - celebrating his birth and art

gestures tanka

a child is born, is he fed he has a bed, but is it free of fog         gestures

criminal minds tanka

criminal minds— nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable* ... the tortured turn into torturers *Shakespeare 

Somonka: stop the sale of weapons

what does it take to let go of prayer... a walk into love without looking at the rain flooding your heart what does it mean to melt the mind with fear, to bury weapons before our hearts go faint and our legs  wet with urine?

smack me with the truth tanka

smack me with the truth... I'm leaving there's nothing to forgive let it go

Frente al Mar

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Frente al Mar Estoy perlada de noches musicales, acordes de viola que no cupieron en el suelo arenoso de tu playa. El crepúsculo me hace huir con labios resecos hacía el oblicuo ombligo del tiempo, tiemblo repleta de amores paridos con el más agudo grito, casi sin aire, tiemblo. La mar, mi hermana, bate sus olas sobre mis pechos, me saluda su roció matinal, soy cántaro de uvas marinas.  Amor, vierte tus encantos dentro de mi boca para esparcirme igual que tu sobre una ola. No busco orilla, más bien busco el sosiego de haber sido huella de coral vivo en tu último ocaso. Traigo sobre mi espalda la más reciente lluvia y el aire libre de mi hermana Julia batiéndose con olas gigantes frente al mar.  Triunfando, siempre triunfando.

jealous tanka

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I'm jealous of the bed where I don't lie with you... the hands that travel through your skin— shipwrecked