Freeze
"Why is it freezing?" I complain, drowsily down the stairs. "Because you don't wear a sweater," say the Cherub of Affliction, monotone, without looking up from boiling her feathers. The strange weather this summer has nothing to do with injustice. Or immodest mice. Kicking our exposed ass is sufficient enough. She'China doesn't turn around. All the fluorescent lights are eclipsed. Back away, slowly. All I see is a hunchback whale in my kitchen, stirring bitter herbs. A silenced mantra.
FOBS: Filipinim Off The Boat
Indian cigarra run to Monsey around midnight. An Orthodox Jewish man told me that Taglit means Tagalog in Hebrew. I don't wanna go back, alone. I'd like to ship off from Brooklyn harbor, where stealing kisses is strictly prohibited. I envision embarking onto Israeli soil again and getting an IDF crash course debriefing, along the unconventional auspices of something like Ravers to Ravens. You mind steering our existential flotaliyah, while I take a scene pic of NYC Burning? My dessert fantasy is kvetching.
Eliyahu Enriquez is the author of GⒶY CⒶMP [Chipmunka Publishing, 2009]. He first received Honorable Mention in Fordham University at Lincoln Center's Robert Nettleton/Ully Hirsh Poetry Prize for his poem, Fu. Since then, he has worked in the Editorial Departments of A Gathering of the Tribes, The Asian American Writers' Workshop, Persimmon: Asian Literature, Arts, and Culture, as well as Creative Writing Instructor for The Philippine American Center. He was the Featured Playwright at The Consulate General of the Philippines - New York and The AAWW with selected readings from The Playground Trilogy [fLiPsIdErS, Salvaged, and Pearl's Kaddish]. Publications include Alef: The NEXT Generation, Asian Jewish Life, Blackmail Press, Israel-Asia Center, MaARTe, Zeek: A Jewish Journal of Thought and Culture, as well as a chapbook, Heaven is a Country. He also has a short film, Comfort Room currently in post-production. Eliyahu's follow-up volume of Pin@y Piyyutim, Critical Mass is forthcoming.
"Why is it freezing?" I complain, drowsily down the stairs. "Because you don't wear a sweater," say the Cherub of Affliction, monotone, without looking up from boiling her feathers. The strange weather this summer has nothing to do with injustice. Or immodest mice. Kicking our exposed ass is sufficient enough. She'China doesn't turn around. All the fluorescent lights are eclipsed. Back away, slowly. All I see is a hunchback whale in my kitchen, stirring bitter herbs. A silenced mantra.
FOBS: Filipinim Off The Boat
Indian cigarra run to Monsey around midnight. An Orthodox Jewish man told me that Taglit means Tagalog in Hebrew. I don't wanna go back, alone. I'd like to ship off from Brooklyn harbor, where stealing kisses is strictly prohibited. I envision embarking onto Israeli soil again and getting an IDF crash course debriefing, along the unconventional auspices of something like Ravers to Ravens. You mind steering our existential flotaliyah, while I take a scene pic of NYC Burning? My dessert fantasy is kvetching.
Eliyahu Enriquez is the author of GⒶY CⒶMP [Chipmunka Publishing, 2009]. He first received Honorable Mention in Fordham University at Lincoln Center's Robert Nettleton/Ully Hirsh Poetry Prize for his poem, Fu. Since then, he has worked in the Editorial Departments of A Gathering of the Tribes, The Asian American Writers' Workshop, Persimmon: Asian Literature, Arts, and Culture, as well as Creative Writing Instructor for The Philippine American Center. He was the Featured Playwright at The Consulate General of the Philippines - New York and The AAWW with selected readings from The Playground Trilogy [fLiPsIdErS, Salvaged, and Pearl's Kaddish]. Publications include Alef: The NEXT Generation, Asian Jewish Life, Blackmail Press, Israel-Asia Center, MaARTe, Zeek: A Jewish Journal of Thought and Culture, as well as a chapbook, Heaven is a Country. He also has a short film, Comfort Room currently in post-production. Eliyahu's follow-up volume of Pin@y Piyyutim, Critical Mass is forthcoming.
