Approbations 425–after Kenny Barron’s So It Seems by Felino A. Soriano

Approbations 425
—after Kenny Barron’s So It Seems



Night is the tragic color of
transgressional hours. Like
humans
reinventing syllables of
feral heat, mischievous worries,
sun’s mirage of lowered documentation,
heralded for an unblemished
cause of necessary existence. Definitions
simpatico with torrid
salutations of night’s first-gray
layer of apparitional fade, brings
end with abrupt inclinations, holding
light’s varied angles by myriad devotion
to uncalculated articulation.

Bio: Felino A. Soriano

Biography Note:

Felino A. Soriano (b. 1974, California), is a case manager and advocate for developmentally and physically disabled adults.  He has authored 18 collections of poetry, including “Altered Aesthetics” (ungovernable press, 2009), and “Construed Implications” (erbacce-press, 2009). His poems have appeared at Calliope Nerve, Full of Crow, BlazeVOX, Metazen, Heavy Bear, and elsewhere.  He edits & publishes Counterexample Poetics, www.counterexamplepoetics.com, an online journal of experimental artistry, and Differentia Press, www.differentiapress.com, dedicated to publishing e-chapbooks of experimental poetry.  He is also a contributing editor for Sugar Mule, www.sugarmule.com, and consulting editor for Post: A Journal of Thought and Feeling, www.postjournalofthoughtandfeeling.com. Philosophical studies collocated with his love of classic and avant-garde jazz explains motivation for poetic occurrences.  His website explains further: www.felinoasoriano.info/.

Painters’ Exhalations 747 by Felino A. Soriano

Painters’ Exhalations 747

—after Budi Siswanto’s Self Portrait with a Glass of Red Wine

We ship ourselves

from room to disparate room,

four-wall salute of benevolent transaction,

bricked stucco manifest physical effort,

erected destination. 

Halting in reliable communication,

walking voice into mirrored hope

of future’s self-environment.

Seeing our cultured self, self

of many hands bending bones and

forming face to enter various

extractions.

End of day’s many U-turns

lands us with yen of liquid

dissipation, wine of the reddened

sweetness, more so joyful

swimming within splashing angles

on tongue of thankful, resuscitated

likeness.