Where Life Happens
Because you can name something, does that make it good?
Category Poetry
Dirty Kitchen
Pork liempo drenched with toyo and suka this tender
There are no Filipinos in Mississippi
the communion of onion and garlic wafting from inside
Some Beach
Years later, I find myself drifting again
There Are No Metaphors in this Poem; I Am Simply Documenting the Suffering in My Country
How do you report a government to itself?
Broken Sonnet #14
watching the sun bear eat star fruit call it a first date.
Dead Fish
Scales like quarters glinted
in the wintry sun
The Bird’s Heart Stilled by the Roar of the Inferno
He said an eagle needs the sun on its wings, needs the vastness to learn to fly.
everything before us, everything to lose
the god is the machine, swooping in to halt the peat
Sunday School
I don’t think I believe in god.