Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Happy 21st Birthday, Joey!!!

Family Portrait - 2008 - photo by Peter J. Crowley

Batang Lalake

(Baby Boy)

his speech lagged at three
born with babies crying in his ears
now man-heavy
his voice: bass and harmonica
as if he were bobbing and reading
sheet music at the same time
woolly mornings and stretched
tight nights overcrowded him
gruff tree against the realm—
my boy at man's threshold
determined to etch on his coat of arms
permanent ink of love and mirth
no yardstick
no barometer, just him
over there in the heart
of the labyrinth

Saturday, April 11, 2015


"Chains" by Nicholas Tarling

Imitations of love admit to us the eternal, twisted longing.
Recall the dark shape of my once sweet lover                       
who conveyed to me from his double-jointed mind           
that I was sick for delving knee-deep, but the fervor                       
was cavernous— I was zombie to its command until
the rain confounded me one quiet morning, strapped in
that moment.  Allegations: lightening struck,
his body lunged, and I, like flying paper in the wind
found myself pressed against someone’s window
far above, with clenched throat.
My beautiful aficionado who once held me silently
reached into my womb to see who had            
been in me. Now fumbling for his shoes,
I am anesthetized. A slammed door. 
I cannot dig myself up. Tormented by thrusting                        
steel machinery—a nurse in the sterile room says
just the thought scars.