The Scientist

I tweak the idea, like a washed pair of shorts, And spread it on a line, to dry. And as water drips from the khaki cloth, I look at this world of speeding science, So many beautiful ideas, Tweaked in all sorts of angles, Spread on a line for all to see, The fabric of…

What is Work?

Is the Nerudesque love of a body of work? Is it poetic, in cascade, a license To be so myself, in an alien planetary system Where restitution is a paycheck That makes rings of flavored sweetness Inside your mental orbitals. Then is it a Newtonian Measurement of gravity, of the love of earth, Of how…

Sarah C.

I look at your picture I’m flooded by a deluge of you. And I’m a little paper boat Drenched to the point of sink Remembering the paper-moment When I asked to you spend A weekend with me in the Eastern Visavayas A land of love and paper moons. If, if, if ………(An Echo) Perhaps that…

Superman Chronicles

In that twisted nightmare I stay up thinking of the my lost dreams The Philippines rice terraces always seemed Like stepping up the ladder, up till the sky Armed with a Ph.D., I was trying change the gender of plants From the smaller female to a muscled up male Carrying on his shoulder the dreams…