Sunday, January 10, 2016

Felino A. Soriano- Three Poems

a selection from Fragmented Olio
from Bas-relief

I last looked at myself,

and you stated my rhythm was slow.  You wrote
my voice could use a smoothed
alteration. I refuse to listen and
the landscape of my syllables
obtained their rasp from the origin
of an acclimated fusion. 

A narrative of yesterday’s moment

A burning return.  A novice gratitude.  A totality
of swarm.  A dragonfly wears blurred suspension.
A self in my mirror rotates.  A hope is the configurative
tongue of pious acclimation.

I’ve ballad in the memory of home.

  To beg
-in is to
     what curls
well in the language of nece

                          of what only holds within
hallucinatory hands—

     the sedated speech      of contemporary reason

rotates and bends

within the benign aggregates
of confirmed synesthesia

Felino A. Soriano is a poet documenting co√∂ccurrences.  His poetic language stems from exterior motivation of jazz and the belief in language’s unconstrained devotion to broaden understanding.  His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthologies.  Recent poetry collections include Forms, migrating, Of isolated limning, Mathematics, Espials, watching what invents perception, and Of these voices. He edits the online journal, Of/with: journal of immanent renditions. He lives in California with his wife and family and is a director of supported living and independent living programs providing supports to adults with developmental disabilities.  Visit for more information.