Poetry in English

Around two or three silverfishes dart among the pulverized lizard eggshells at the bottom of the box. Gliding into corners, hiding from view. I pull my hand away, eventually learning the shock might be much more real to them than it is for me: a lesson in consolation. Here I keep what I hold on…

The boy tells you what white is in his native tongue?puti, like sand, like your skin, like the cobblestoned boulevards you have back home. You tell him there?s something about this island. You do not know what it is exactly, but you tell him it?s like home. He says this is home. You are riding…

artwork by Klare Sencil Tangled electric cables are always part of the sky’s scenes.The day looks owned by many and conquered by some, maya claws holding ontothin lines. Whether the clouds finally share its load to the groundor the sun thinks it is the only star, everyone is always under the weather.You remember one rainy…

Two hermit crabs face each other,swift away vulnerable,trying on each other’s shells. Their bodies contour any shapeas long as it spells protection. As a huge wave foams the tide line,both are nudged to move. Their legspress lightly on sand, only towash away the subtly prints.Midday sun, in disbelief ofa cold exchange. This is whywe never…

My love, I was at our backyard this morning.The rain was delivered fresh,sealed with silver lining and sunlightblessing us more than usual. Snails crawled on manicured grass and tall woodenfences. I was sitting by the garden table eatinghard-boiled eggs, tapped lightly onto rock salt in between bites. Satisfied, I put a pinchof salt on my…