A Poem for March - Auction House

Auction House

Vanity
Humility
Dignity
Sanity
Identity
Nationality
To be auctioned

Everything must go
Before I return home
in empty hands

Negative Hands, 2015

A Poem for January - A Kneeling Posture

Oh, Pink body

Oh, my snake body

Cast a spell

On the crescent moon

Determine to change

Turn the tide

Hold no promise

To perpetuate truth

Oh, Mother body

Oh, my shelter body

Sing the blues

To the deserted dollhouse

Mourn in polka

Curse in verse

Keep no room

To impregnate god

Oh, Soft body

Oh, my woman body

Deliver a book

From the harem’s room

Record the dates

Repeat the lines

Make no return

To the prayer’s mat

Milk Dark Time, drawing 2013

A Poem for The Premature December - Come With Your Guillotine.

Come with your guillotine.

The queen is ready.

Come with your guillotine.

The purple is ready.

Come with your guillotine.

Both are ready for the goodbye.

Come with your guillotine.

None of them will be mine.

A Poem for November after a brief trip to Chiang Mai

Poem for a Black October - The prisoner is the night.

Nobody knows the night inside out
than the veteran of martyr:
One step forward, two steps back.
16 years to see an elephant,
or to read the thinking of
the blind blind men.

In a blacked-out campus,
young eyes looked up to the moonlit window.
Nobody knows the light inside out
than these angry eyes:
The accused is innocent.
The prisoner is the night.

Strangers

In Fruit

Poem for June - Abandon Ship

Abandon ship
Abandon shame
Abandon silence

Confess not
for listening is
not seeing is
not believing is
not doing is
not judging is
not grieving is
not living

Abandon ship
Cut knot
Drown fear
And resurface

My sisters
We are free to go

Reading Song To Durga - Book 1

Reading Song To Durga - Book 2