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“This must be the taste of Language—
the tongue mapped by many colors,
parsed by the vowels of memory, the roof
of the mouth the dome of a world
circumscribed by consonants, whose edges
suggest the sour-sweetness of oranges,
the bittermelon’s green rind, the river-
scent of mangoes all the way to the grove.”
― Skin of Water: Selected Poems
the tongue mapped by many colors,
parsed by the vowels of memory, the roof
of the mouth the dome of a world
circumscribed by consonants, whose edges
suggest the sour-sweetness of oranges,
the bittermelon’s green rind, the river-
scent of mangoes all the way to the grove.”
― Skin of Water: Selected Poems
“The dancer...knows it takes
Ten sacred years to learn one gesture
Of the wind’s caress on the skin of water.
Tonight, in the shadows of our dance,
I tell my soul to grow quiet,
Become lake, reflect unbroken moon.
On the deepest part of the lake,
A solitary fisher paddles his oars.
At the shore, a woman in red sarong
Sings: their longing walks on water.”
― Ochre tones: Poems in English & Cebuano
Ten sacred years to learn one gesture
Of the wind’s caress on the skin of water.
Tonight, in the shadows of our dance,
I tell my soul to grow quiet,
Become lake, reflect unbroken moon.
On the deepest part of the lake,
A solitary fisher paddles his oars.
At the shore, a woman in red sarong
Sings: their longing walks on water.”
― Ochre tones: Poems in English & Cebuano
“This is how I desire God on this island
With you today: basic and blue
As the sea that softens our feet with salt
And brings the living wave to our mouths
Playing with sounds of a primary language.
“God is blue,” sang the poet Juan Ramon Ramirez,
Drunk with desiring, his hair, eyebrows,
Eyelashes turned blue as the kingfisher’s wings.”
― Skin of Water: Selected Poems
With you today: basic and blue
As the sea that softens our feet with salt
And brings the living wave to our mouths
Playing with sounds of a primary language.
“God is blue,” sang the poet Juan Ramon Ramirez,
Drunk with desiring, his hair, eyebrows,
Eyelashes turned blue as the kingfisher’s wings.”
― Skin of Water: Selected Poems
“This paper is a crane.
When its wings unfold,
The paper will be pure and empty.”
― Ochre tones: Poems in English & Cebuano
When its wings unfold,
The paper will be pure and empty.”
― Ochre tones: Poems in English & Cebuano
“She had known ever since she felt
the miracle of his heart quickening in her,
it would end the way it began: her arms
gathering his hurt body again and again
into her indigo mantle, the shield of her love
bringing the world to complete silence.”
― Skin of Water: Selected Poems
the miracle of his heart quickening in her,
it would end the way it began: her arms
gathering his hurt body again and again
into her indigo mantle, the shield of her love
bringing the world to complete silence.”
― Skin of Water: Selected Poems
“We have joined the trek
of desert women, humped over
from carrying our own oases
in the claypots of our lives,
gathering broken shards we find
in memory of those who went
ahead of us, alone.”
― Dreamweavers: Selected Poems, 1976–1986
of desert women, humped over
from carrying our own oases
in the claypots of our lives,
gathering broken shards we find
in memory of those who went
ahead of us, alone.”
― Dreamweavers: Selected Poems, 1976–1986
“She turns to the man beside her,
As if to say she understood how inside
And outside the rooms of love
The landscape was not always seamless”
―
As if to say she understood how inside
And outside the rooms of love
The landscape was not always seamless”
―
“There is a season to this ripening,
the way sap of tree rises to fulfill
fruit of the topmost branch,
or the motion of jasmine
climbing trellises to show off
a single blossom to a new moon tide.
...Yes, there is
reason for this ripening.
You are goldened by my tongue.”
― Ochre tones: Poems in English & Cebuano
the way sap of tree rises to fulfill
fruit of the topmost branch,
or the motion of jasmine
climbing trellises to show off
a single blossom to a new moon tide.
...Yes, there is
reason for this ripening.
You are goldened by my tongue.”
― Ochre tones: Poems in English & Cebuano
