Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

Cellophane BubblesLast seen inside the swell of a giant wave,kissing, clutching each other, tumbling ashore.The pair emerge as two cellophane bubblesbirthed by frothy white sea foam on golden sands.Entangled within the ebb and flow of tides,the duo dance to whispering … Continue reading →

TruckingWhen Popa danced the Jitterbug, he wagged asingle finger in the air, unaware thatit’s the sign for understand. He moved so smooth.Trucking, it’s called—her first lesson that musiclives in the body, not the ears. Now, when herpitch frays at the … Continue reading →

Sweet Labor In the morning, the call of the crossword, but – Too easy! Simpsons’ bartender (Moe), ___ gin fizz (sloe). Three-letter word for dust-up (ado), beehive haircut (updo). Words, word origins, puns, palindromes, anagrams, funny typos (antiherpes in place … Continue reading →

Earthquake on Amaranth Avenue Deep within the earth, tectonic plates tussle and the ragged surface rears at a dark sky. Three garden gnomes tremble, sidewalks liquify, mailboxes shake, streetlights surf and buck, hustling together their perfect circumferences to link bright … Continue reading →

Four-Letter Words Travel across race and place to advance these: economic, racial, and social justice. Pick up placards, wave them high, and shout out truth. What’s needed is something our senses can feel. Though intangible and indescribable hearts full of … Continue reading →

The Viking Spirit She was high on a sea of sexual flight. (She was high on a chocolate indulgence.) The transformation exquisite in darkness. Ten centuries melted away. He was real. His auburn locks salty with sea foam and brine. … Continue reading →

The Mission of San Juan For so long, the swallows remain loyal and compelled to the one mission til their last breath, Capistrano Capistrano! What a sight, but oh what a heartache to stay until death. So in this run, … Continue reading →

Love on Imaginary Boulevard Imagine the sun kissing the rose petals. It’s like that. Or it’s like the breeze that ruffles maple leaves on the street outside the window. Something like that, at any rate, but maybe more romantic—at least, … Continue reading →

The World, like a Lover, Asks for Another Chance From under the banyan where a holy man delivered the sermon Bhagavad Gita; to trains bearing refugees safely across borders, away from fallen towns. Imagine what it takes to bear a … Continue reading →