Lately his loneliness has sprouted wings. It hovers above his darkened head like a desecrated angel. It clouds his eyes with the milk of nostalgia. It is the ghostly geyser effect of the spouting steam when the kettle boils for his private tea. In bed, balled up under the sheets in a cove of darkness, […]
This pair once belonged to my father, army green, golden on the thinning heels and toes, decades old— they have disappeared into the dryer-netherworld only to return repeatedly, wiser than before— their elastics still grasp my lower calves. When I slip into them, I see my father in his footwear, like Mercury, a copper-eyed young […]
My father sleeps when the city rages around him and rises to work the graveyard shift in the linen department of a hospital. Boxed in his heavy-curtained room, the glass window shut, we would think him dead if not for his snoring, amplified by the thick, stagnant air which holds the sound before it dissipates […]
Joseph O. Legaspi talks about the genesis of his poem “Imagined Love Poem to My Mother from My Father.”
Joseph O. Legaspi talks about the most difficult obstacles he’s encountered to becoming a poet.
Joseph O. Legaspi offers some advice to young writers.