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Treasures 2 - Illustration by Anny Wang

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Red Panda! Made this a year or two ago. Took a while, but I actually enjoyed it. Kinda.

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From Brazil, In Belize

(From Brazil)

 In Belize, there’s a tribe

Of Indigenous-brown men

Their hairs are black,

Their hands ash-gray,

A blessing from the fires;

Genetic-red eyes

And

Mauve lips

That curl at

The sight of us.

 May 1986,

Brazilian anthropologists

With Indigenous-brown curls

Find ash-gray handprints

On redwood in

Noj Kaax H'Men Elijio Panti-

 We must make note of this.

They are watching us

As much as we watch them;

The handprints have claws

And smell of honey;

Two men died after touching them-

A unique concoction

Of methyl chloroform and snake venom

Leeches into the skin

Via micro-abrasions-

A trap.

 August 1992,

The great-grandson

Of Dr. Cavalcante

Burns every tree

In the reserve.

The bloated-dead

Burst open in the rivers;

Rocha, Diaz, Sousa

Foam on the

Genetic-red waters.

The Indigenous-brown

Curl their lips even in death,

As their corpses now poison

The very earth and sky,

Their king now corporeal.

Five thousand die

The first night alone,

Mauve lips and pale skin,

Their eyes fixed on God.

    (In Belize)

 They are the Xunan,

Children of the Mochíl.

The women are happily eaten

After 20 years, garnished

With forest-mosses

And

Gilled mushrooms;

The eyes sewn shut

So the Serpent cannot blind them,

The lips served first

To young boys and girls-

Goodnight kisses.

The fingernails fall

And gather like leaves

In the ash-gray fire pits.

Their clatter echoes like music

At the midnight dance.

 Men of 27

Perform death-rite passage,

Sinew twists and jaunts

In the shadow-flickers

Of flames.

At night I still see

Their sinister motions,

Inhuman and impossible,

Their lips still curled

As they move toward the flames,

Igniting, flesh melting, candlewax.

The macabre dance fills them,

Draws them to river-bound Xunantlahtoani,

Who accepts them with the smile

Of their mothers.

 A young Brazilian,

Indigenous-brown and curled,

Vengeful for his forefather

Attacks the tribe alone.

In rage he doesn’t notice

How easily he triumphs.

They smile as he cuts them down,

900 years they’ve waited,

Provoking every trespasser

On the land-altar of their God.

The venom that colors

Curved mauve lips

And dulls genetic-red eyes

Dribbles down chin

And pectoral,

Pooling at navel-point.

Cavalcante survives

To flee the tlahtoani.

He smiled at me from the river,

Indigenous-brown,

Mauve lips,

And genetic-red eyes.

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The Last Song to My Mexican Grandmother

“So much depends upon the breaks in lines and rhythm.” – Emily Dickinson Wellcome

 Whether Grandma

Had wrinkles

 Like cracks

In a sidewalk—

My sidewalk

 ‘As Death took her

Upon his bedsheet flotilla’—

Just after

 I’d written

That line—

 How could I

Have known?

 So much depends

Upon the breaks

In lines and rhythm

 “Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.” -Avemaría

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“Rocanflower“

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Mistake

If I am reading something interesting I am reading it by mistake

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Night Windows

When you look at buildings That you saw with a sharp eye Like through a magnifying glass, You see dancing men and women In windows, Dwindling reappearance, Dresses, twinkling earrings, and ties, Tables with manuscripts Inspired By sleepless linden-tree-scented nights, Every beautiful story With a sunrise Would have black pages, Either Undecipherable or written With a gory ink of grief, But don’t tell me That, Don’t tell me that.

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Untitled (#1 from Carlosisms)

Heartbreak Is like stepping off The curb And not seeing That black Honda.

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The Old Spaghetti Factory in downtown Louisville, Kentucky. #louisville (at The Old Spaghetti Factory)

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Supertree Grove Light Show | Singapore

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This is one of my favorite photos I’ve taken. I just like sticking cameras in weird places. Got lucky!

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrO9PTpuSSs) Nujabes made some really great albums. I tend to prefer instrumentals of his work, but that doesn’t mean I don’t give the original versions a listen too. :P