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Do Not Look Away
Inspired by “Omelas” by Ursula K. Le Guin Written during a time of great injustice Do not look away For I am barely here A few specks of dust Yet neither a single tear— Can send me near A grain of rice Or a loaf of bread The restless dead— Rest on me instead Through…
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What Remains Of Love?
An unmetered poem on love beyond death. Arrive to me, my sallow sweet And leave this distressing disease Send white lilies upon our hallowed house The final wishes of a spinster spouse What remains of love? When all the teeth of our mouths fall off When memory returns to its first yearning When gray hairs…
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“I, a Physician.” Part 2
A three-part, unmetered poem on being a doctor in the Philippines. Part 2 – Dolor I am a Physician, An empty husk. A hollowed-out stone. The river benefitted by many but mine. The hand that reaches out whole to be severed fine. There is a tragedy brewing here— Seventeen thousand labours with none towards deliverance.…
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Rue de Saint-Ghislaine
A 10-stanza poem on a captain’s last stand. Inspired by Shakespeare’s Macbeth and Disco Elysium from ZA/UM. Whence all this knocking?Minds frayed, heads locking. Whence all this stalling? Blades stayed, leaves falling. Rifles longing—their foes’ falling. Tears stinging, the end’s bringing. When heads fleeing, stay thinking— Fear’s creeping, and souls’re sinking. Peace, brethren in the…
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So Below The Ivory Curtain (Part 1)
An unmetered poem of a commoner’s inflated, beat-by-beat outlook of their existence inside the oldest and busiest, walled city in the entire insula. “For them, life begins and ends in this miniscule bubble. Pilgrims by the thousands are delivered to be nourished within in its shallow umbilicus. By teeth and claw, they live odd and…
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“I, a Physician.” Part 1
A three-part, unmetered poem on being a doctor in the Philippines. Part 1 – Candor I am a Physician, A child of Prometheus and his kindred flame. The hand that reaches down from heaven— To till the loam that longs for arid winds. I am a steward, an instrument, their paragon. I am what they…
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“How Do I Love Thee?”
A tribute to Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s 43rd sonnet written in iambic pentameter. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee as sunrays and fell moonbeams— Grace the earth with such practiced bravado, And fill the seams, of which great love portrays. I love thee as my will to wander far—…
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Sleepless in Ulysses
A poem on love in patient yearning. Made in iambic pentameter. My eyes dry underneath this midnight sky. Faraway, longing your glowing caress. Heavens lie, boring on my tune, awry— Palisade, a song of blue and distress. A touch, a whisper, a quaver, a croon. I blush, went under, this weather, too soon. A crutch,…
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