love in the time of coronavirus

Our love in the time of coronavirus is thousands of miles away, my tourist visa got cancelled before it sees the light of another Indian day, his feet are planted, prohibited to fly to Malaysia’s sky, because it is safer that way, in the end, perhaps, nation gates are needed to be locked to keep […]

variations of the word uprooting

as a toddler these chubby set of tiny toes were buried in brown cake of forest’s earth, as the plump fingers reach out for blood-red wild berries, as a student these leather-covered soles wandered through cemented schools, universities, as the mind gulps data after data, oh so, committedly, as a two-decade lady these desperate feet […]

soft arms and midnight crumbs

soft arms of dawn sneaks in between half-closed bedroom blinds, (wake up, wake up) infant sunshine sweeps leftover crumbs of late stars’ snack, (come back, come back) i sat, unmoving, inside the swaying boat of an ended dream, (wishing, wishing) our sheet isn’t empty of you. — 01.29.2020 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. […]

wish come true

You are asking why I haven’t been writing lately about love, well, it’s because you do not utter a wish every night once you can already hold it with your bare hands. So why I haven’t been writing about love it’s because I already have you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 of […]

newton’s apple

Like how an innocent a p p l e birthed Newton’s law of gravity, your child-like smile, my love, freed the caged lover inside me, effortlessly. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 99 of Poems for S — Sharing with you some excerpts of my poetry book, Poems for S! Kindle and paperback available […]

army of elements

Naked eyes’re powerless for they are invisible, smaller than dust, no less. Creepy crawlers, void of tiny legs, bursting from vein to vein inside a mortal, muscled-keg. A minuscule army of Platinum, Fluorine, Arsenic, Boron haunting for the invading “C”. With a fatal glow, ‘nother option is the clear-cut missile of Cobalt-60 and Nickel-60. Both […]

sareureuk

I heard the hushed melting of the last flake of winter on the drying road bathed with the first infant rays of spring, I felt the spinning earth waited a bit, I saw a second lasted more than a minute, when you smiled at me for the first time. r. c. gonzales – roy | […]

weightless earth

where flood goes beyond murky dirt, transforms into the lightness of a sea’s cerulean hands guiding transparent streams, where lighthouses mark the arrival on a safer place to land, free of clawing ghosts of the past’s unstitched seams, where guns burst life instead of endings, rescuing preys from predators, away from disturb mind’s cruel schemes, […]

SinceRely

My heart saw you before my eyes How beautiful is it, right? Like nightingale, I heard your song like moon-sent, sweet goodnight. From miles away I felt you long before our nervous hands touch. Tonight listen to my soul’s notes, they are for you, my far love. — ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. […]

the echoes you left

bed without bodies pillows without tresses, doors only for exit piano void of music, new bulb void of light, lenses with no sight, heart without art, lifetime without life, emp—ty emp—ty emp—ty emp—ty emp—ty the song of me after our we. — 12.12.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash — For […]