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My poem is featured on KPFA Free Speech Radio Berkeley (94.1FM)!
My poem, “Color My Tongue Tagalog,” is featured on KPFA Free Speech Radio Berkeley (94.1FM) Special Broadcast by Indo Pacific Radio: Pilipino Ourstory 2012: Martial Law (Legacy & Lessons). Check it...
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Vignette for Josh, XXI
Remember the night we sneaked behind the pool hall on Dolores Street, with the house and the wall of cacti across the street? I grew up in that small house built like a mission. You slipped your...
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Finally writing about the South: a poem
The Afternoon Elephant in the Lunch Break Room The Ravenel Bridge in Charleston is a white, looming structure over the south peninsula where I climb over the fence and think: not of dying...
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Multicolored Pool Balls [a poem]
Multicolored Pool Balls Tonight, I feel destroyed by memories I cannot take hold of They take me like your arms when you embrace me in a kiss I want to take them and throw my loudness out the...
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“my body, a war.” a poem
“my body, a war.” how to quell loneliness by reading it doesn’t it opens the sea wider within in a crowded room i’m a single body a landscape alone in my box-shaped apartment the computer...
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vignette (i’ve been writing them but need to compile them again)
family, tell me why you teach every ounce of sadness as sin– not biting an apple– it’s death like placing a sea between us like leaving home
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“anak. tell me your body, memories.” chapbook
Anak. Tell me your body, memories. is a chapbook I compiled for the English 252 course “Poets of Color” at Mills College. Some of my classmates asked for the PDF of the chapbook, so I decided to post...
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for ernie peña
in a flash: you captured movements a smile, hands, hugs kisses, everything between the shadows and sun the palm of your hands moved bodies froze laughter, love these moments never erased never...
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a poem: leaving home
leaving home i think it’s time to break these ties that bend my will in two, it isn’t where i come from, it’s for where i’m going whether i’ll come back i don’t know but this space i’ve left...
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for joshua aaron sipin-gabon
my tongue can’t relay to you these words to say goodbye it hurts the language: it isn’t enough but my body carries those words enough to fill the sea and even when you’re gone the fingers on my chest...
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for lola–i miss you.
Yesterday at the commissary, there was a lola holding her grandson and who walked very slowly, pointing at different products and naming them aloud. I sighed, and the lola turned to me to apologize,...
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Writing Prompt: “For the city that saved me”
‘The writing prompt that kickstarted this collection came from Rachelle Cruz: “Write a poem for the city that saved you. Write a poem for the city that broke you.” That’s only one of the writing...
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Vignette for Josh, II
There’s a sound in my stomach that can’t get out. It replays and replays without end, working its way to the hallow parts of my fingers. “Don’t let it fool you,” it says, and it’s screaming death....
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A poem for today’s coldness
My life is made up of bad news, brokenness, fractures, etc. Writing, you need to help me put everything together– not again, but for the first time.
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My poem is featured on KPFA Free Speech Radio Berkeley (94.1FM)!
My poem, “Color My Tongue Tagalog,” is featured on KPFA Free Speech Radio Berkeley (94.1FM) Special Broadcast by Indo Pacific Radio: Pilipino Ourstory 2012: Martial Law (Legacy & Lessons). Check it...
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To the loves who wear slits like bracelets,
To the loves who wear slits like bracelets, The woman downstairs knocks until death but you can’t open the door just yet. You don a silk kimono he got you from Japantown months ago, on a last...
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here’s a poem, new york
“What is to give light must endure burning.” – Viktor Frankl maybe i’ll feel better tomorrow / isn’t the light burning, new york? / yesterday’s already gone, impressions still linger // how much...
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IF THIS AIN’T POETRY [a poem about hair]
IF THIS AIN’T POETRY if i don’t quite believe in myself, like myself / will i ever cut my hair? / it’s just this brown, elongated thing // i want it all off / burdens, salt, querida, past, what? //...
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@EveryDaySexism “I was 11, and then 22.”
I WAS 11, AND THEN 22. I was 11 years old. My father’s good friend, Ray, came over. I was sipping water outside my house and reading a book. I wore a gray tank top. Ray–I called him Uncle–stood in...
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LEAN IN: a poem for her
LEAN IN just tell me how you give up / nine years // like it were a sunset // like it’s something worth remembering / until it’s gone
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