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50 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 9, 2011

For when we’re in our darkest time, we see our own light.
For when we’re about to be forgotten, we tend to remember.
For when we are lost, we are bound to be found.
Kindling
They harvest the moon inside them
the stars inside them
glow a certain constant light speed
the light memories
inside them spark a wondrous white fire
inside them the fires preen
dance around mangrove silhouettes
fly in the midst of Iwahig River
talk to each other
fire to fire
wing beats to wing beats
in luminous gestures
fiery and full
inside them are memories
lighting and lightning
Iwahig fireflies
electrify the mangrove trees
like Christmas lights
on Christmas trees
the spirit of love and gift giving
is aflame inside them
transparence and translucence
are beating inside their bodies
phosphor imprisoned
in estuarine waters
swimming by the hulking trees
in jellyfish brightness
branching into batteries
switching into celebration
of climax vegetation
this Christmas eve
the fireflies are consummating
their fires
inside them.