Tuesday, June 30, 2015

the long winding road tanka

the long
winding road
to equality—
I have grown old
waiting for the light to shine

Monday, June 29, 2015


A la cárcel deberían ir todos los responsables de la crisis económica en Puerto Rico, políticos y banqueros.  CARCEL!!! Analistas políticos de mierda tenemos en este país. Los que llevaron a este país a la bancarrota tienen nombre y apellido y ahora les quieren tirar la toalla.

Friday, June 26, 2015

if I were on the road to nowhere tanka

if I were on the road 
to nowhere
with you as my compass
my poem would be the thesaurus
of ambiguous sorrows

but I am only
my footsteps
and the best I can do
is to lengthen the road
with music 

Thursday, June 25, 2015

1968 tanka

Martin Luther King Jr.
an April, or so, ago…
Charleston church shooting

Monday, June 22, 2015

love note tanka

love note:
I watch the fire boogaloo
on your verses…
you are the night
that illumines my language

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

wordless night tanka

in a wordless night
the wall does not dissolve--
one more harmless day
I lie stuck in the middle
of light, ready to vanish 

Monday, June 15, 2015

I wake up tanka

I wake up
with her towering over me
a touch of blood
dripping from her mouth
conscious of nothing

Sunday, June 14, 2015

there are days tanka

there are days
of sunshine and azure
as well as dark
ineffable monsoons
covering my skin

Thursday, June 11, 2015

I’m over sixty tanka

I’m over sixty,
the moon is the same
but my body
is tattooed with time…
let me finish this spring painting

when I finally tanka

when I finally
break the cage,
rapture …
on a broken night
the more I fly the more I burn

the truth is tanka

the truth is
I am better on my own…
starting over
another day
under the smelting heat

I live hand to mouth tanka

I live hand to mouth
knowing hope and history
are inmates--
encircled by strings
I dance on desert sands

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