Thursday, October 5, 2017

Conversations with Him

'Conversations with Him" mixed media by Cristina Querrer

It goes like this: 
It goes everywhere and nowhere
repackaged, repeated, returned

It's a drunken sailor
and the family he deserted
for the sea

It's the midlife crisis fun
as he puts it in which
I could take or leave

But I had to sit in the corner
and wait courteously
daintily like Whistler's mother

Whilst he returns to me
It is a lady-like thing to do
to sit here with my hands 
on my lap

Or make sure I'm back in place
when he's ready to come back
even if I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro
in the meanwhile

How immature of me to whine
to whimper lest I deserve
another mental whipping

Or else he will sell his boat
and move to the next island
and not come back 
to the mainland to me

Transmission stops at his command
reminding me of the helm
I could never control
admonishing me always

So I become unsightly poems instead
to remember these days
I've become stranded
stringing and dragging
his uneven words along

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Now I Know Why



Years, years, years
of the dreaded thread 
you left me hanging on

Now I know why

Why we hung on
through long nights
of the missing moon

The mud slung
so regularly and so much
on the walls 
it felt like home

You go underground
to finally crash
within yourself again

Now I know why

But does it make it better
does it make it easier
to choose whether
I want to go living
loving without 
the sun
the moon

in a world 
without summer
just for a glimpse
a brief replica
of spring
like the dingy, faded
figurines in my parents'
shadowbox?

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Puñeta: Political Pilipinx Poetry

Read my poem: "LINE THEM UP"


@Copyright 2017 belongs to the respective author of each work.
Locofo Chaps is an imprint of Moria Books.  More information can be found at www.moriapoetry.com.
Cover image: “Puñeta” (2015), embroidered on cotton by Jenny Ortuoste
Locofo Chaps is dedicated to publishing politically-oriented poetry.
Chicago, USA, 2017 



CONTENTS

Michelle Bautista: “FLOW”       

Mg Roberts: “notes from the gyre”       

Kimberly Alidio: “I was born for a stricter regime”

Jose Padua: “Headhunters”        

Kimberly Alidio: “[untitled]”       

Luisa A. Igloria: “PEOPLE LIKE US”       

Glynda Velasco: “The F Word”       

Barbara Jane Reyes: “Prayers of Petition”      

Jose Padua: “Seven and Seven Is”       

Cristina Querrer: “LINE THEM UP”       

Angela Peñaredondo: “RETURN”       

Jean Vengua: SEPTEMBER 5, 2013       

Aileen Ibardaloza: “APOLOGY”       

Leny M. Strobel: “On the Limits of Grief”      

Angela Peñaredondo: “WHAT SHE WILLS [THE TREES BEHIND]”

Mg Roberts: “from a scar mosaic”       

Eileen R. Tabios: “… from the MDR Poetry        Generator: ‘Pilipinx’”

Monday, January 16, 2017

Denying Your Wounds


sullen as flattened pillows
that are useless to sink into dreams

& rusty nails driven so deep
fantasies of sleep prevail

lovers close the door on a past
but nothing can resurrect

those moments before 
contentment contaminates

the canvas with realism 
struck in awe by how perfect

water droplets are on the golden challice
yet representations of light

go unnoticed in the scheme of things
the gallows, sunken ships in the foreground

Judith & Holofernes struggle
in that scene in the dark--his wound

from childhood come to existence
her wounds gone unnoticed

yet she won the cause, defeated 
the pain with her own intentions

but what if she loved him, this tormentor?
she would have given up her body

like communion but he would drink
all the wine, wipe his lips, & walk away again

never to promise to surrender
never to say he would

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Eileen Lives with Art

Eileen Tabios, my long time poet/writer friend, wrote about my art I had given to her a while back in her blog:  





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