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

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