Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
A Bird in Hand
A Bird in Hand On a cloudless summer day she flew into my life and rested her head in my hand with the weight of a butterfly. She spoke of…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
If you pay attention, nothing is trivial
If you pay attention, nothing is trivial Running her fingers through her hair Primping her hair Brushing hair from her forehead Glancing at her fingernails Looking skyward Nervous laughter Darting…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
The Women I Love
The Women I love One is a widow who closes her eyes. One makes love with fractured English. One talks in her sleep with foreign tongues. One mistook me for…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rooster
Falling in Love
Falling in Love Falling in love is when you find someone who loves sushi as you do and you could spend hours talking about sushi and translate those moments into…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rooster
Love
The fierce love I feel for you is like rolling thunder building a rain and dust storm on a hot summer evening.
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rooster
Winter
Winter Winter comes when a woman goes cold on you when the butterfly leaves your hand and when the hummingbird no longer stands still and when nothing rests on a…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rooster
Desire
Desire The Devil makes you an offer every day again and again that you should be his, and then your life will change to gold. And your sufferings will cease…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rooster
Waiting
Waiting For the dancer who loved her, she heard a different beat. One that made her heart bang against her chest walls. He said, “I am taken with you.” And…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rooster
Another Dead Poet’s Society
Another Dead Poet’s Society Like that secret Valentine passed to the red headed girl who sat in the back of the class, carelessly opened it and laughed and passed it…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rooster
My father
My father With a stiff white collar and classy tie, he disappeared into the night only to return with a lipstick stain for my mother to wash with bitter tears.