Elders


Hands: A poem for Al Robles in Filipino American History Month

"Hands"

My father joked once
About a man who moved
His hands a lot when
He spoke

Dad would say that if

Al Robles: A Treasure Not Lost

I remember you reciting your poem
while jazzy hands slapped
against an upright bass.
Your words perfumed with the scent
of sampaguita memories
and resonated the sounds of jeepneys
passing by San Francisco cable cars.
Stories that still warm the soul
like fresh pan de sal in the morning

That iconic beard and those glasses
you brought to life with your stunning presence.
This world painted and created
by the strokes of your poety;
communities built with the beat of your heart.

I Wanna Be a Macho Clam: FREE BRUCE ALLISON!!!

Macho Macho Clam….I want to be a macho clam…
Hearing the water splash in my bathtub as Bruce sang this song at the top of his lungs at 6 in the morning is and forever will be one of the happiest moments of my life. Bruce was safe. He was warm. He was happy. And his absolute genius woke me up with a song….

That’s why they want him. That’s why they want to take him away. He knows too much. He means too much. But there’s no one there to protect him. He’s an elder. No one will try to stop us. NO ONE WILL TRY TO STOP US.

Truth-telling in the "Moe"- The Poor Peoples District 5 Candidate Forum

(image of Mrs. Martha Hollins, life-long resident of the FIllmore district and advocate speaking her truths to the candidates)

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