poeta * diwata

Latest poetry collection, Diwata, by Barbara Jane Reyes!  Congratulations!

From the BOA Editions page: “In her book Diwata, Reyes uses such Filipino oral tradition devices as meter, repetition and refrain, call and response, incantatory verses which verge on song, and the pantoum (which has Southeast Asian origins). She frames her poems between the Book of Genesis creation story, and the Tagalog creation myth, placing her work somewhere culturally in between both traditions. Also setting the tone for her stories is the death and large shadow cast by her grandfather, a World War II veteran and Bataan Death March survivor, who has passed onto her the responsibility of remembering. Reyes’ voice is grounded in her community’s traditions and histories, despite war and geographical dislocation.”


summer * leaf


This morning, I will bake dark chocolate cupcakes and bring them to my neighborhood car mechanic.  There’s nothing wrong with my car ~ I’d like to practice conversational Spanish a little bit and pick up new vocabulary words (esp. about cars).  I do this once in a while. 


Lily Hoang reviews Anne Carson’s newest book in five years, NOX: a “book in a box” tribute to her brother who lived in Copenhagen and passed away in 2000.    

In Memoriam: Leslie Scalapino, whose aeolotropic series that they were at the beach I first read in Rosmarie Waldrop’s seminar on “The Fragment.” I was delighted to meet Leslie, along with her husband Tom, at the Holloway Series in Berkeley. 


I remember Tom ~ congenial with an easy laugh & good sense of humor; Leslie ~ we shared a “rocket salad” at a little bistro, and her expressive brown eyes reminded me of Emily Dickinson’s eyes, the drop of sherry in a glass. 


She attended one of my readings in Wheeler Hall, as well, one where I read from a behemoth thesis manuscript (I bound my copy with pink covers and put it in the closet), and encouraged me with her good words. 


I admire writers like Leslie Scalapino who are absolutely brilliant yet still connected to their hearts & whole selves, and to the hopes of young writers.  She is dearly missed. 

AWP received 981 event proposals for our 2011 Conference & Bookfair in Washington, D.C. This is the most proposals we’ve ever received.

I love adding items to my prayer list (inludes healing list & praises) with green ink.  (Blue ink okay, too, if no green ink is available.)  It’s a good day when you can move several items from the prayer/healing lists to the praises section.


The eucalyptus tree in front of my window, which was trimmed two weeks ago, is starting to lose its leaves prematurely…. please add to prayer list.

postscript prayer:  eucalyptus tree

li qingzhao * song dynasty

Delighted to hear Tupelonian news: My translations of Li Qingzhao’s writings will appear in 2011.  Li Qingzhao is one of China’s premier Song Dynasty women poets.  Incidentally, her last name (“Li”) is the same as mine (“Lee”), although the romanization in English looks different… the ideographs are the same.  It’s a common Chinese last name.

“The courtyard glows with fragrant torches
in the spring wind, shining effulgence.
Don’t light the perfumed incense yet.”
~ Li Qingzhao

“…soft light rain of yellow autumn
soaks the lone garden swing…”
~ Li Qingzhao

blue fade * white sash


Blue fade. / Still of a white sash, lifting ~ Sueyeun Juliette Lee

Commonly known / as a miracle or an opening with light ~ “Faithfully” by Lynn Xu

Some days I am a reflection: the spine of a tree / that leans toward the east ~ “Delivery” by Sandy Tseng

. . . liquid strangers to each . . . / all the organs gathered like orphans around the fire of the heart ~ “Transplant” by Elizabeth Aoki 

The heart is a cliff / dwelling. / The core of a saguaro. / A former ocean ~ Emmy Perez, “Where the Sun Rises”