Below the Surface

The turtle that swam to the shore, takes me on his back, to the bottom of the sea… my father is there, my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play our hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulpingContinue reading “Below the Surface”

Pointing to the Moon

Once upon a time I was in a dancer’s body high kicks and splits on the count of one two three finger pointing to the moon tell it like it is rheumatoid sets in with carbon steel hips the cards fall this way now deal at the airport my hip replacement triggers alarms so muchContinue reading “Pointing to the Moon”

Orale Pues~~Tanka

born in ELA barriosI live in a world of dualitiesin my tight skirt and sweaterI can cha cha ‘n hully gully downbut I don’t know who I amI peroxide my black hair redrat it high, rat it highpierce my ears with catholic crossorale pues-sanseiBuddha- head become a wannabe cholahomeroom teachersends me to the back ofContinue reading “Orale Pues~~Tanka”

Obsession — Daughter of the Moon

my daughterthe old man saidyou are paleand need more yangearth between your toes Obsessed, Daughter stays in her room. She opens the windows and stares out at the sky. Her black hair streaked by moonlight, glistens. Her skin casts an ephemeral blue. Chanting deep into the night, her eyes grow dark and somber. in aContinue reading “Obsession — Daughter of the Moon”

Storyteller

the wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s jump above the gust and dance with the wind. Genie Nakano This is the cover of book I wrote–a collection of tanka, “StoryTeller”. The photo was taken by Ed Ito in 1978–then I transformed it into a litho. This was done back inContinue reading “Storyteller”