Wednesday, January 03, 2024

Now Is Enough

 —Poetry and Photos by
Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo, Philippines

with legs, stomachs, fingers, eyelids
we cling
holding air

go forward
old places break
should we return

stranger helps a stranger
they forget but not you
who is outside this kindness

songs grow in number by the minute
not yet, but someday one
with the color of your eyes

struck out
a name
weighs down the table

find our family reunion
through a sniper scope


streets take long
teaching most of earth
isn’t home

all seven days but
now is Enough
ringing through our ears


Today’s LittleNip:

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.

—Isaac Asimov


Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo, our first visitor from the Philippines, works merrily at the Department of Humanities of the University of the Philippines Los Baños. Here, he helped institute courses on young adult narratives and creative nonfiction. His work appears online, in the closing issues of
Otoliths and Gnarled Oak, among others. Welcome to the Kitchen, Dennis, and don’t be a stranger! (See also last Monday’s post for two more poems from Dennis.)


 Dennis Aguinaldo

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