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I just returned back to the States after 11 years in Taiwan with my daughter. Taiwan is an excellent base for us explore Asia, while living in relative (gun free) safety, while benefiting from a cheap and efficient national health care system. The people are amazing too. I have Taiwanese friendships that are 20 years old and I'm always making new ones! My coworker here in CO is from Taiwan.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Briny Bounty

Raiders and the curious pursue to poach what
Barren buccaneers return empty handed

Glowing gold arteries, silver veins, self-composure reigns
Underwater amethyst heart caves burning lava cools into hidden seas
Hissing out holy islands and shrouded sunken grotto silience

I wait on you like an entombed trove of treasure
Pleasures you’d excavate and never regret to uncover
The luminescent veil that separates one another

Once a lost fisherman lost his breath drowned like a bloated whale
Then a boy child, little seahorse, his father’s favorite
Waded in with the undertow, like an accident
Peeked at pearls inside an air pocket
And carried back a valorous gift to mother


Tincture On A Shelf

You didn’t judge farewells all too well
Escaping duty without an explanation
When I ended us as clear as January ice
As final as hypothermic oblivion

You dropped off my earth like a mammoth in the new sun era
A faceless man without a map
Crippled by riddles hanging heavy
Over your horned, hooded brow
The mark of Cain, an air of dread
You’ll not ever acquire armistice under your flag
Your crowning breath will exhale a cutting, stale regret
Like a swelling carcinoma it nourishes off you now
Mushrooming, consuming your soul

While alone mothering our daughter
I breathe mercy while you slumber
Make amends, pick the balsam leaves
Ask forgiveness, apply the evergreen compress
In my home behind the kitchen hearth is a chamber
An ancient apothecary
Full of herbs gathered and dried, distilled since girlhood
Just for your signal of distress
There’s a tincture in a box on a shelf
Overlaid with dust and cobwebs


September Bride

Herald me like a harvest moon before a typhoon
Snatch a surge of gallantry, yielding the preparation
In a barbarian language rain down rehearsed words
Mutual attraction gathering fruition
September satellite tide infatuation, light the lantern
Tender devotion in the countryside

Common weed or rarest rhododendron?
My mother love so perfectly animal
Imperfectly human, ruined
All devotees in my eyes long ago
Does true love at first sight crop up anymore?

Drop your sickle, bathe back to me
Inhale river water lucid dream fortuity
Swallow your intoxicant and march out the valley
The autumn tide is favorable
For a September wedding fitzcarraldo

Refuse to gamble away the occasion
Silence the doubts of your judgment
Your friends’ logical excuses
Obliterate age and dismiss difference of culture
Or any other external circumstance
Be attendant to this moment
Rendezvous in the celestial elevator
Collect me for a light refreshment and anywhere

Receive me in the hurricane cockcrow

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Typhoon Chrysalism

Antiquated autumn moon they’ll be no pyres for you tonight
No burning flesh altschmerg sacrifice
Drunken, smoking family circles retreat from your skies
Your seasonal rotting fruit eaten without satisfaction
The rabbit moon pestle pounds out tempest medicines
Storm elixirs dampen out all healing weekend moxibustion
The people’s summer ghost month prayers
Were deemed inadequate
Elderly folk forgot the exact time and directions to say their incantations
Google search forgotten rites and canticles akin to strangers
Hungry ancestors in their malcontent cry purgatory tears to form a cyclone
Whole clans weep together joining forces over the Pacific
They’re specific intention to deconstruct familiar traditions

Luckily for my neighbors my disbelief spared my whole prefecture
An alien continental rainbow hangs over my household like an amulet
Regardless of the multitude’s avowal
My nodus, the eye of the hurricane is this chrysalism apartment


Asteroid


Lay mother naked on the sofa
Open window, howling typhoon winds fill me
Quasar core empty vacuum
Don’t rise for fallen curtains blown to the floor

Acclimated to the hyperborean emptiness
Collapsar implosion on the inside
Cold dark moon damacloid
I reflect light for no one
Neutron star composed of mare deserts
I’m not the world or a planet
No Virgo clusters eclipsed in my throat
Uninhabitable scarp cliffs seen through a telescope

Space gravel orbit
I woo a SETI mission
Preeminent historic landing
One cosmonaut championed the ice caverns
Vibrate the aria of cosmic conception
Accretion disks transferred between two galactic nuclei
Render goodbye before we claim hello
Marvel in compressed moments
Qualified traveler from afar
 I fabricate you a surpassing man than you merit