An ekphrastic poem. Orozco’s "Gods of the Modern World" Beds of knowledge robes of fire knowledge dies over and over and over... in labor of new knowledge breaks encased glass bones the pages stay closed watching over another over and over and over another thick and thin stories piled and forgotten histories darkened and melted futures in the hands of others honored or robbed? The robed ones just stand there while she just lies there faceless.
Triolet: An eight-lined stanza where the first line is also the fourth and seventh while the second line is also the eighth line. A triolet also contains two rhymes (traditionally, ABaAabAB). Triolet of Online Friends We speak in the rhythm of keyboards and keypads ‘til we hear the real thing— voices: squeals and grumbles through cords We speak in the rhythm of keyboards: laughing and crying ‘til we’re bored— Nearly-faceless screen buddies typing We speak in the rhythm of keyboards and keypads ‘til we hear the real thing
I've started working on a Middle Grade urban fantasy/paranormal series-of-sorts that's also semi-autobiographical. It's about a 13 year-old Filipina named Ning Santos who stumbles upon a box of items that belongs to her great-grandpa who died way before her mom was born. The items, such as his anting-anting (amulet), were collected from his US Navy heydays and become a trigger for weird occurrences around town. Throughout her journey, Ning gets to know her past and bridge a cultural gap in a time where the wrong kind of patriotism encourages erasure of ancestral knowledge and wisdom. And I'm just going to drop some (ok, a lot of) links to the various elements and inspiration behind this series: Fil-Am History 5 Things You Didn't Know About the Watsonville Riots (dooblydoo contains links to articles) Little Manila: Filipinos in America's Heartland Filipino Americans Discovering Their Past for the Future Acradia Publishing: Filipinos in San Diego Filip...
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