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Las Canciones de los Coquìs
A midnight chorus sings me awake. Warnings of laughter and future mistakes. Past behind yet further ahead: obsolete technology, like living dead. Whisper ghosts and daemons, too. Echoing caves, ancient sigils, true. Clouds and dust from ear to ear. Shadows flex while children fear. Listen careful, sure-footed Goat, for Mountains move and Rivers float. Old…
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Poem: R-evolution Whispers
Paradoxical reveal The bi-polarities shift In plain sight, steal As stellar drift. Harmonious war And layered Truth Of ever-changing lore Beckons the sleuth. Etch into the Sky Cave the Midnight Story One Mind to rave Once fractured glory. For the winged children Immortal Death And the mythic forbidden In star light, steps. Awaken all demons…
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Midnight Poem: The Path to the Garden
Time passes slowly, far more quickly, I recall. I foretell…. The shadows on the cave wall whisper the kind of secrets that everyone knows. The ancestors watch. As I balance two worlds at war on these tightrope shoulders while my breath dances with both love and rage. The paradoxical key is invisible to the baby…
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Poem: The River Lethe
The winds fill my sail and whisper to my heart. “Onward, warrior. Downstream where your reflection kept secret ambitions to wear the scapegoat’s scars like stripes upon back or wrists for the blood curse they drink in your honor. No You’re not allowed to pray. Because their god is not listening. Not to you, at…
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Poem: The Social Ladder
I left my soul down on the bottom rung of the social ladder, burned in wood, a troll’s toll. The desert mirage no longer glitters like gold. The palace is but a haunted mansion of putrescent corpses and tormented souls. How long have I journeyed down this dark path? All this upward motion led to…
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Poem: The Crossroad of Destiny and Fate
Suspended belief, like unsettled dust in dark corners of mind, tempt me to breathe. The pain subsides as I dare to hope the worst has passed. I remember my bloody knees and innocent heart between my teeth as I whispered prayers with hands bound and eyes shut tight. Decades have passed and still the ink…
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Midnight Poem: Whispers at my Window
The windstorm and the wild fires have stolen my rest, roused by the howling of the night sky, the forest creatures’ blackened faces pressed against my bedroom window, asking, “Do humans still have souls?” An answer one might quest, lest I find myself caught up in some violent tempest, within, cobwebs and funnels, spun, like…
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Poem: Marriages & Peace Treaties
I woke up in the East and spent my day playing with the Salmon fry, while the Lion crossed the Sky. The ceremony, our hands tied, crowns switched, my wine and her chalice, like Alice, and one sip, just one bite, vegan cake, love, and my wife, and this life, well, it’s just beginning… I…
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Poem: Father Geronimo
Daughter, to you I write this medicine song. The world you know is crumbling Our great grandfathers thundering I pray, Usen, let the rain fall Like tears down her pretty face. Your roots are strong You will not die Your wings, like Eagle Meant to fly. Daughter, I feel you suffering. The…
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Beat Poetry: Stream of Consciousness
Back in the cemetery with invisible friends, feeling nostalgic again, revisiting dead ends, and dead friends, with dead pens, and garlic and obsidian I keep the zombies away, please keep your ego at bay, I got a small child at play, the part, the world’s a stage, if love is war, then your heaven is forged,…
Welcome. My name is Azra. I’m a multimedia storyteller and friend of Mother Earth.
I was born and raised on the island of O’ahu, in Waipahu, Hawai’i, on Kanaka Maoli land. My father’s family is from the island of Boriken, and my mother’s originally from the Philippines.
I’m grateful to be alive during these transformative times and I hope that my gifts of story make a difference, somehow.
Hawai’i Island w/ spouse & furbaby
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