Wednesday, December 30, 2015

quicksand tanka

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

Monday, December 28, 2015

to all the men tanka


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

Saturday, December 26, 2015

tanka en espanol


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

what are men tanka

“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

Thursday, December 24, 2015

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


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)

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

mi obra maestra tanka


mi obra maestra…
holograma de flores de cerezo
derramando
los pétalos de mis pesares

dentro de un rayo de luz

my masterpiece



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

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

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 

Saturday, December 19, 2015

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

Friday, December 18, 2015

migration haiku


migration…
on the slim backs
of children

Thursday, December 17, 2015

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

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

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

Sunday, December 13, 2015

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

Saturday, December 12, 2015

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

Thursday, December 10, 2015

un soñador tanka

un soñador 
me salvo 
del desespero… 
camuflado 
de arco iris

Wednesday, December 09, 2015

a cloud-walker

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



Tuesday, December 08, 2015

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]

I steal minutes


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

Monday, December 07, 2015

I walk tanka

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

Saturday, December 05, 2015

concealed in prayers tanka

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

Friday, December 04, 2015

haiku

lovesick summer...
the perfect setting 
for a song


enfermo de amor...
perfecto escenario
para una canción

haiku despierto por el viento

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

Thursday, December 03, 2015

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?

Wednesday, December 02, 2015

smack me with the truth tanka


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

Tuesday, December 01, 2015

Frente al Mar


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


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

Monday, November 30, 2015

what is faith tanka

what is faith
that does not doubt—
death,
insomnia
of shadows?

Saturday, November 28, 2015

friends say tanka

friends say
you have a new lover
I'm not 
the one you're taking home...
broken bottles on the dance floor

Friday, November 27, 2015

we die tanka


we die 
without saving the world
find beauty
in the remnants
of dead butterflies

death haiku

death …
the insomnia
of shadows

haiku


el insomnio
de las sombras
la muerte

Monday, November 23, 2015

before the mirror haiku

naked... 
before the mirror
a thousand sorrows

Sunday, November 22, 2015

predicting a séance tanka

you idiot
the impression I get
is that
you’re leaving me…
loving you is like predicting a séance

unrepeatable night tanka

I want tell
the stars about the silent tears
hidden behind
the doors of this lifetime—
unrepeatable night with you

el amor haiku

el amor 
te crema, que quieres de el—

entrégate 

now what tanka

now what?
I imagine
you giving away
the scent
of your body…


haiku el olvido

el olvido …
una huella en la arena
de tu cuerpo

my broken heart tanka

toss the pieces
of my broken heart
to the wind
don’t make me say yes
when I want to say no

I’m like the sun tanka

I’m like the sun,
all alone
I survive the thunderstorm,
I’m like the flower
that opens up after it rains

the harmonies of my skin tanka

listen
to the harmonies
of my skin…
I’m holding a daisy
that tells me yes, or no

your skin tanka

I wanted it to be
more than just a habit
I wanted to travel
across every inch of your skin,
but I became your puppet

one last moon tanka

give me
one last moon
stay tangled
in my hair tonight…
titillating heart

I’ve stopped loving you tanka

sometimes
I think I’ve stopped
loving you …
I run out to find a friend, and
wake up in some stranger’s bed

Saturday, November 21, 2015

our last night together tanka

our last night
together— let’s end it
with a bang …
forget about the hurt
stop holding on to miracles

earning my strips tanka

earning
my strips wasn’t easy,
and even though
there’re no regrets
I miss the parties by the sea

Friday, November 20, 2015

otro haiku en español

hay tanto
territorio entre nosotros—
derrotados

haiku en español

todo me retorna
al tiempo en que tú estabas

aquí, cielo, aquí

entre las faldas tanka

encontré
mis pies entre
las faldas
de tus montañas
cielos y océanos

let me take a photograph tanka

let me take
a photograph, that's if you're 
here alone...
it's cold out here, baby
so don't let me down

loving you in the dark tanka

you keep backing 
me up against these walls...
loving you 
in the dark isn't my fault
sorry but I have to go


Inspired by Adeles song, love in the dark

against these walls

you back me up 
against these walls...
loving you 
in the dark isn't my fault
sorry but I have to go

the pain comes tanka

the pain comes 
at the moment I leave...
don't realize
that I'm your remedy,
promise you won't fall apart

Thursday, November 19, 2015

on the radio tanka

there's a voice
singing to me on the radio …
everyday occurrences
are the greatest gifts I have,
me and you— a simple formula

now what tanka

now what?
I'm losing my voice
calling you...
who will you let lie 
on your back if not me

life without pain tanka

life without pain 
doesn't taste the same...
I'm no longer 
the owner of my heart
can't find it, can't find it

take my clothes off slowly tanka

take 
my clothes off 
slowly... 
be careful
not to wake past fiascos

naked tanka

naked,
because my skin 
disguises 
a thousand sorrows,
in front of the mirror

your smile

your smile
sells happiness...
I live
crazy with desire
finding myself in your kisses

what light tanka

what light
did you leave on
inside me?...
sometimes a star’s silence
provokes my tears

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Daniela Romo / Sueños De Cabaret (Full Album)

he's dressed tanka

he's dressed 
in the clothes I threw
across the floor...
why are we pushing 
this tragedy up a mountain

Monday, November 16, 2015

pour Paris



de laisser l'étreinte 
sous les lumières parisiennes 
baissant jamais
dans la peur de l' obscurité salope 
sans vergogne de la terreur

for Paris a tanka

for Paris



let's hug
under Parisian lights
never crouching  
in the dark, fearless of the
unrepentant bitch of terror

Saturday, November 14, 2015

November

November 
a month sheltered 
in smiles--
Your countenance 
makes my heart malleable

blessed are 
the First and Second nights
in the cities 
of men's hearts*...
dawn is about to appear


* Gleanings From the Writings of Bahá’u’lláh

La Marseillaise - Edith Piaf TODAY i AM PARIS ... jE SUIS PARIS

Monday, November 09, 2015

I'm a warrior

I am a warrior 
unafraid of cavern air— 
my attachment 
to you, wounded Valkyrie, 
is running out

you vanished

you vanished
in a hint of smoke--
I walked
on stilts, twirling 
in the breeze

Thursday, November 05, 2015

stifled song

stifled song,
the realization
of no longer       
breathing in memories,
faded urge for intimacy

Monday, November 02, 2015

interrupted dream

what happens 
to an interrupted dream,
does it droop
like a bulky stem
of ripe tomatoes ?

Traffic

 Traffic

She ran onto the street naked. It was the last frontier, a desperate plea for help.  We were shaken, ashamed, and helpless.


it feels
as if we've met...
I used to watch
you walk in the rain
and saw you go under

Sunday, November 01, 2015

mariposa de ghetto

a los quince
zozobre a orillas de un faro
a los treinta
compre una falda
azul para mi sepelio

hoy me duele
el elegía en la barca
mezquina del alba
y vengo arrodillarme
ante la locura

I'm hollow,

I'm hollow,
are you listening
I'm in El Paso
dreaming about what 
happened between us

it's no mystery

it's no mystery
we're running out 
of time
when I'm with you
songbirds cry

Friday, October 30, 2015

every time tanka

every time
I'm with you I feel
sought after
who do you think you are
amassing my feelings 

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

the stretch tanka

the stretch
of life I have left
before me . . .
not even redwoods
live forever

we met tanka

we met
someplace between
his world
and mine forgetting
how taxing winter could be

hunger tanka

hunger
drips from my mouth
dance with me,
heal the scars
of my cancer

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Nocturne tanka sequence

Nocturne


you are
my melody of light...
the place
where I tuck away
my hope for a blue sky

I gather you up
like a bouquet of daisies
to count your petals,
whisper softly into your ear
about the autumn breeze


at night
you’re awake in your star
your hearing
is harmony, your nudity
the sea’s equal

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