like the gulls
I cry
for the memory
of the sea
other writing
away, look away
like some seafarer
of old
casting off
to return
once again
for the first time
to this place
called home
like some song
drifting
through the channels
of my mind
like some song
heard one morning
and can’t quite lose
by night
much like my heart
there the moon
refusing to leave
the morning sky
much like my heart
a hovering love
above the streets
where you walk
after Tu Mu: what I never sent
the words
stuck in my throat
tumble out
here in the dark
as a gull calls
in the distance
missing the sea
Anthony P’s take on life
you do
what you can
and what
you can’t do
you try
anyway
remembering lessons learned from my two fathers on this Father’s Day, 2016
keep an open mind
no matter what you hear
a loving heart
no matter how you are treated
never forget the blood in your veins
where you come from is who you are
take the high road
over pettiness and jealousy
don’t avert your eyes
from injustice to anyone
always be kind
to all, yes, all
follow your own path
no matter how lonely
seek knowledge
wherever it lies
always have passion
for what who
you love
Maltepe morning
early morning
sun creeps up
and lights
the world
as coffee
opens eyes
to watch
Iftar:Thursday, June 16, Maltepe
the area lit
food on tables
music speeches
partake partake
break fast
as a community
shake the dust
from the boots
the eyes
the heart
home again
the heart’s desire
to find
the heart’s desire
one must remove
the dust
from one’s eyes