Category Archives: Prose Poem

I am eyeing the “I”

By | December 18, 2020

Where does one “I” begin? How did “I” land here, in this body with this specific set of eyeballs? Can “I” renounce and embrace the history of my ancestors with sovereignty? How does one “I” find a connected “Us” when the “Us” was broken and is breaking? Where are the ancestors’ wisdom and strength when… Read More »

Cake

By | December 2, 2020

He smiled, hearing the crunch of snow beneath his feet. Crunch. Crunch. The fresh snow cut a middle aged man half. A shiver waved through his spin. Teenage electricity switched on. Her icy blue eyes tattooed in his. He was cold, red, hard, then numb and pale. She was his frostbite. He has developed weatherproof… Read More »

Weight

By | November 28, 2020

One late summer morning around 10am, one pair of new lovers lay next to each other, half awake. She climbed onto his chest, listening to his heart beat. His fingers carelessly ran through her hair. Amid the silent rhythm of the two breathing, the scent of her perfume mixed with sweat, the convergence of body… Read More »

Head to heart

By | November 24, 2020

The new born baby’s head gently pressed against the mother’s heart A head-to heart-connection forever imprinted The baby goes out to the world looking For a permanent victory to his original kingdom He fights through terrains of soul splitting wrath and gathers fleeting bits of familiar liquid gold warmth He is determined to get back… Read More »

Shut Open

By | October 15, 2020

My thoughts are quiet now. After two hours of weeping and In the lonesome and dry sockets that My eyes call home, I came back to the blinking cursor, Waiting for me to finish this line. One blink. Two blinks. The magnets between my eyelids are pulling To shut the door. Rest, my eyes. Tomorrow… Read More »

Murderer

By | October 12, 2020

She left the little girl in the desert to die. She thought if the distance is long enough If the sun is hot enough Every bit of the little girl would evaporate. The desert wind would make sure of it. There would be no trace of rotten meat. She would be free Free from the… Read More »

Signals – A Poem

By | October 7, 2020

She was born a creature of finely tuned antennas A slight change of her mother’s mood A head tilt from her mate A twitch in her father’s eye Her whole world would vibrate How does such a creature Teeth out what’s her own? Her emotion is soaked and marinated Along with others’ secrets She is… Read More »