Wednesday, July 29, 2015



soy huérfano
y admiro a las mujeres
que se visten
de hombre y a los hombres
que se visten de aire

fui dolor de esquina
en los Campos Elíseos
celadora y prisionera
magnate del rencor que cava
la niebla en busca de su Adán
rostro desfigurado
del amor
nariz carcomida por moscas
fruta podrida 
rata en el atardecer de mi juventud

tuve un padre albino
señor de mano dura y corva
que le temía al hacha
a la madrugada
hecha de fuego y bruma
a la loba comida
que no era sino yo misma
hasta que me convertí
en lago oscuro
transparente nada   

people tanka

lie on day's torso
while I resist 
times wooing
like a slave 

Savage Daybreak Somonka

Savage Daybreak

light blade,
open fruit that changes
into fire, you are my eyes
covered with mist

I’m on fire
my clothes have burned
and I’m naked
condemned to be sought out
by whispers

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

you attacked me tanka

you attacked me
with coldblooded kisses…
before you arrived
I was no saint,
so heads or tails you win

Monday, July 27, 2015

Sunday, July 26, 2015

caressing the sand with my shadow tanka

the sand with my shadow
I wish I had smile 
replacements and a repertoire 
of ways of expressing myself

the color of my skin tanka

the color
of my skin at the far side
of the bars--
voices from behind
the wall locked away

his HIV status

his HIV status
was positive and he forgot
to mention it…
I'm burning up the sun
to say goodbye*

*David Tennant's, says this in a Dr. Who, Doomsday episode

I cross a bridge

I cross a bridge
to another bridge
day smells
of sun and resin…
my flesh lost in dreams

we play pool tanka

we play pool
with our voices
at the edge
of the pond fenced in
by mountains

a Chinese fish tanka

a Chinese fish
hides behind the rocks
of a wet heart
I know, I was there

inside the mirror

Saturday, July 25, 2015

tanka art

I wish tanka

I wish my life
could fall into death
like a spring
of beautiful water...
sensual, happy, diluted

tripping tanka

over wandering jew on
my mother's grave
you arrived like the tinted dawn
weak, sad, yet shiny

Friday, July 24, 2015

november breeze tanka

november breeze
the kitchen door blew open
the gift was small
a single pearl earring...
oh misery, where is your salve?

Thursday, July 23, 2015

first tanka

she was naked
then she got dressed
mine forever

I don't know somonka

I don't know   
hoe to say it,  
it's not yet made...  
my silent word 

his nakedness 
and the sea live inside me  
like autumn, 
to me, it still is  autumn 
I can feel the frost now* 

*Autumn, Barbara Streisand

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

past twilights tanka

past twilights
were twenty shades
of winter
and there were blue
violet roses in the sky

worn out tanka

worn out 
in the haze of a dream
the afternoon 
blooms in heavenly 
orchards when I read you

pila de estiércol tanka

pila de estiércol
restos agrios de la noche fría
como dicen
estas profundamente oculto
en mi alma

silence tanka

tearing up my dawn
of daybreak
bitter debri of night

eyes full of nostalgia tanka

eyes full 
of nostalgia
full of the scent of roses
shadows glim like sighs

Wiz Khalifa - See You Again ft. Charlie Puth [Official Video] Furious 7 ...

Pisces tanka

settles in your brain
a fog-- 
I was born under water
like a circle

Monday, July 20, 2015

there's a new flag tanka

there's a new flag 
flying in Washington
after five decades 
of antarctic cold, cubana lust 
makes me want to dance

for those tanka sequence

for those who
borrowed lines from a poem
there was shame
and a skull tattooed
on their foreheads

for those who
crossed a river barefoot
there was laughter
and a dry spot on a boulder
a hug and a kiss on the cheek

for those who 
accused their ancestors 
of producing sugar
there were machetes waving 
in a sea of indifference

for those who
tucked their children in
there were bees
and butterflies tickling
their noses

for those who 
recorded sound in space
there was a lesson 
in coming back 
they'll never forget

Spring tanka sequence


the end 
of a bad year
a noose 
suspended over an elm
words injured by a dream

the opening 
of a window that was never 
built on a wall
the strand of hair from 
a murdered pin-up model

a dog 
with a skateboard 
and a cat
paddling in the water
a pocket full of cicadas

the end tanka

the end 
of a bad year
a noose 
suspended over an elm
words injured by a dream

Sunday, July 19, 2015

teatro del silenzio somonka

teatro del silenzio

is my country 
is the ground I walk
singing a hymn to love

deep within
the sea of silence
I bring 
back memories
shadows in my eyes

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Concrete Jungle Somonka

Concrete Jungle

do you know
it’s time
to marry a man
with an umbrella?

one who lives
in front of a sex club,
the one closest
to you, and gets lost
in himself on rainy days

Friday, July 17, 2015

Three Tanka just published in the last issue of Breath & Shadow


is your native land?

dipped in mud,

my head covered

with the thin blanket of poverty


on their last legs--

playground stones

in the cupped hand

of a lifeless child


who can blame me for

declining to defy

such whiteness with the

snowshoe cruelty of tracks

Thursday, July 16, 2015


my body
encircled by hundreds 
of cliffs 
no other visitor
than a drifting cloud

my body tanka

my body
encircled by hundreds 
of cliffs 
no other visitors
but the clouds

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

just published by Chen-ou Liu editor of theneverendingstory

Butterfly Dream: First Cicada Haiku by Sergio A. Ortiz

English Original

first cicada of the season inside your ripped jeans

Sergio A. Ortiz

Chinese Translation (Traditional)


Chinese Translation (Simplified)


cinders tanka

live in the fields 
of dead corn
abandoned by the hum of life
ravens gather on a wire


lost to the strand
the eye of a blue parrot 
hanging upside down

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

a box of buttons haiku

a box of buttons 
before the year 2000
the good old days

Monday, July 13, 2015

in deep haiku

in deep tied up shoelace

time is infectious tanka

time is infectious 
everybody's growing old
I'm going crazy
somebody find me 
someone to love

that healing that I want tanka

you've got 
that healing that I want
I dream 
about a burning house 
the two of us up in smoke

haiku - monoku

first cicada of the season inside your ripped jeans

Charlie Puth - Marvin Gaye ft. Meghan Trainor [Official Video]

Saturday, July 11, 2015

hold on to me tanka

hold on to me
don't let me go
keep me inside the pocket 
of your ripped jeans

raking leaves in the yard tanka

leaves in the yard
I remember
that photo of us at the beach
my needs are different now

Friday, July 10, 2015

For my aunt Nelly Rivera Soba

I looked up to you 
the music still ringing 
in my head
another chapter 
of my life at a close

Thursday, July 09, 2015

this is why it must end somonka

this is why it must end

I am not used to 
following you around 
bending like a lily 
to the breath of the wind,
the ruins of my sorrow adrift

we don't believe
in their own life anymore 
thats why we are exiled 
unable to find our own nakedness
in the land of gold and oil

Thursday, July 02, 2015

wrapped in a blanket tanka

I stand
by the window wrapped
in a blanket
watching a funeral in progress,
my tongue tastes like people I miss 

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