Robert Juan Kennard



Daddy

after sylvia & tina I look for you in the crinkle pop blister foiled two moon mournings after I swallow third eyes mahler’s fourth vision of heaven waiting and just like that puckered rings toll bells, wake the love parade. …

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Solstice 2.0

At this time, we feast the son mammal-fed, citronella after dark, little fires the oldest light in the world. At this time, we ask who we are, and movement answers first person— I was busy; oblations or ablutions for the …

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Privileging Space

We understand no love that is not in excess – Urvi Kumbhat My sister. Manang. Kumusta? It has been a moment and I know you still feel stanzas in words fearing they will take us back to a federation where …

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Gigil

They told me as a toddler with fat on each side of my tongue, swaddled between ate Cathy and tita Adoracion, that I should be bitten between a thumb and index because I was gigil na gigil talaga *** Gigil, …

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