Tuesday, December 29, 2009

New Year Revisited

You know what?
I heard the same thing
the same echo in the bottom of the well.

I caught the same glimpse
of shadows playing tricks
at the mouth of the cave.

And i threw the same rock
but the mountain hit me back
on my own hard head.

What do i know?
I will stomp my feet again
at chances the wind blow me by.

Maybe in desperation
I will pull my hair
and go "ahh" at the love that i dream
and lost in the thick of time.

And the dust
that i will smear my face
because of another year
because of another lesson learned.

I just know
that one day, yes - one day
i will grow up.

Monday, December 21, 2009


This year is not so
my season for decorative stuffs
but the palm trees in the east window
bodies wrangled with electric bulbs
stand as sentries for economic blight
across the street a shy snowman
reveling in the sparkling garden
give the night a glowing reason
and though i say i ignore the spirit
i am easily cheered by my hot chocolate.

*Merry Christmas Everyone!

Thursday, December 17, 2009


Behind your tightlipped mouth
is a smile that don't want to flash
and a joy trailing your inner voice

I thought i may see an effort to resist
watched your cheeks elevate and blush
perhaps fake interest in your furrowed brows

but clearly you'll never speak of your love
but clearly you'll never speak of your love.

Friday, December 11, 2009

When Nature Skips a Beat

When nature skips a beat, where will i be?

I will be in a place nature intended me to be - next to a chain-link fence where new border plants are growing. I have some flowering Salvias already attracting bees and an unknown clustery-like variety slowly drying to its decay. Newly transplanted, i regularly water them in the early evening, after the earth has cooled down her belly.

When nature skips a beat, what will i do?

I will be watching. Everytime i sprinkle water on my greens, droplets will hit a hole in the post where a spider sleeps. Hide it will not, but will tip-toe on her garden web and welcome the rain, perhaps to a tune of halleluiah. Such curious behavior makes my heart sings as well.

When nature skips a beat, how will i react?

For six days, i watch the spider-in-waiting come down from her window. Controlled frenzy, a deliberate dash for a blessing. My enjoyment reciprocated - until today. She never shows up. No dance for his gardener, no word about a cancellation. What began as a muted joy was cut by a muted wonderment.

(previously self-published)

Sunday, December 6, 2009


it's december
i've taken shorter walks
and mumbled shorten prayers
for the passage of winter
clasping my bearish heart
i followed the dry wind's retreat
into the tameness of the woods
and packed tightly by the mountain snow
withdrew with the slumbering roots.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

For Jaimee

my niece she was
nine months old (then)
her funny HeAd
(not) proportionate to her bOdY
craned over the windowsill
the chipped sunlight reading
glints of < separation >
and wordless___sequelae
after i surreptiously whispered
"Don't grow too fast, my angel".

Saturday, November 28, 2009


the truth about lying
is that we contradict ourselves
convinced that a chair
can stand in three legs
we trailblaze this edginess
thinking we can get away
with a modern germ - unscrupluously.

Monday, November 23, 2009


dear old heart
did i miss my chance
when standing next to a tree
the lightning strikes the cow instead?

Thursday, November 19, 2009


where to jump
from my metropolitan room
and be netted by the bowl of the sky
i imagine touching the Leonid shower
arresting the dying light
pocketing the soul particle
no, no one is to die tonight
my fantasy will float in mid-air
i will watch the flood of neons
whisked the aqueduct-like freeway
will slide the window
to hiss with the tire and asphalt
and will prick my fingertips with potted cacti
here lingering in my desert space
i will malinger with marvel eyes.

Sunday, November 15, 2009


need i rub the time
when as a child growing
there are but ten fingers to count
and when eleven comes i thought
i knew i have wizened in age
looking desperately for that wrinkle
like a gnarl in an oak trunk
praying for some kind of deformity
that shines, that exposes and hides
then after looking at the mirror at thirty four
felt cheated for what might have become.

Monday, November 9, 2009


My heart is ajar
the chimed light is pressing
lovenotes are being dropped
...in a hurry
sideglances are being casted
and for fear of being discovered
breathing is gasped in agonal heartbeat.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009


atop the 86th floor
briefly the sky opens
swiftly the wind sweeps the affair.

Saturday, October 31, 2009


layers peeled
sensibilities outgrown
only to be whitewashed by the sun.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


A cocktail
of serene orange
the silhouette drops its shadow.

Friday, October 23, 2009

In memoriam

looking at my dog for the last time,
i promised: "i want to grow old with you."

musing, he muttered: "i cannot teach you that trick."

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


envelops the scene
the hills bow
and a muffled air awaits
the battlecry to pierce the steel.

Saturday, October 17, 2009


Her hat smells of flowers
her hair the morning dew

a sweatband in her forehead
a trickle of joy in the eyebrow.

Thursday, October 15, 2009


To catch a thief
tell the eyes not to shy
on a clawing squirrel
hiding a nut in the dirt.

Beneath the red berries
bending the bamboo twigs
the unabashed critter
tamed my suspicions.

Monday, October 12, 2009


as tarp tugs at the taut canvas

my grip frees the kite's string.

Thursday, October 8, 2009


Shadows have shortened
for the abandoned birdhouse

as my aerodynamic touch
feathered for your neckline.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


the base of memories

and burries

so deep
so high
for a sigh to escape.

Saturday, October 3, 2009


Her electric sap
singing, yes singing
before kissing the sand.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009


desert days
strayed thoughts
and winded hopes

long hours
stripping the bark.

Friday, September 25, 2009


by wizard's trick
the bricks to OZ

every yellow post

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Today i woke up...

my mind is -

(for Lina)

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Time travel

a million passages open...
an amniotic stream.

Friday, September 18, 2009


palm trees dotting brushstrokes
......................on the clouds
- her finest hour.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


"I don't smoke."
i told a stranger

................... birth
then i crossed the ^ canal.

Monday, September 14, 2009


At the backyard
the eastern sky smiling
metaphysical green.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Lovers meeting

Forlorn vine
creeping lovesickness
towards Juliet's balcony.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


a downfeather sails
in the leaves' afterglow.

Monday, September 7, 2009


A mad dash
surefooted traipsing
every step to a counterpoint.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Behind church doors

Sweat evaporates
like particles of faith
a succint ascent of light.

Friday, September 4, 2009


Distant lives
the mountain and me
still carved in clarity.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

A cubist love

my resilient nerves
thrive in tight spaces.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Best friends

Plastic dreams
of geometric gardens
and watercolor smiles.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Varnished wood
memory of a cuckoo
alive in the dark.

Saturday, August 22, 2009


Shards everywhere
pieces i cannot complete
a beautiful ghost.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

At the piazza

I feel so little
walls talking to the sky
grey morning.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Song for Lisa

In a lonely hill
the summer wind is blowing
help me part your hair.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Downtown Los Angeles - Beyond the Smog

Good day everyone!

Please allow me to usher the new year with a photo blog, an outlet that i wish to revive, to participate and to interact among photography lovers in the online community.

My very first photo post is the view of Downtown LA from a hill in Griffith Park. I chose this one because i like the drama of the light escaping from the looming rain clouds and illuminating the structures hovered by the morning fog and the urban smog in the mixed.