Tuesday, April 23, 2013


  The moon god's light is all over the village.
I have to be up and about
in this wee hour of the morning
 to lovingly caress my strands
and lavish my skin
with sweet coconut oil.
The tall Caucasian man visited our tribe 
on the fourth day of this week.
 He said he will be back today
to teach me how to read this thing he calls book.
Oh gee! I love to touch his curly brown locks
and stare at his blue eyes.
Something in the way he gazes at my body
sends a tingly sensation inside of me.
Oh yes, he smells extremely masculine!
Unlike the men around here 
whose breath reek of tobacco 
and wild boar's stench.
Today, I will tell him who I am.
 My Ina named me after the goddess of the moon
whose beauty illumines the entire kingdom of 

I am 

Image Credit: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth

Thursday, February 07, 2013

Secret Love

I have loved you
 from the moment you called my name.
Thinking out loud 
that it was meant for me.
Pain stifled my sobs,
echoed  through the abyss of my soul
wanting to reach and touch you
wake you up from slumber.
What will become of my tears?
Until when
 will your heart be deaf?
 So engraved in my bones
where no one will ever see.
This I have to hde
until the sun will set on me.

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