Tupelo 30/30 Project – Day 21 – logomaniacs

Poesia em Chines

must sometimes get real raw & apoplectic

today we don’t write to be apologetic
to be charming or polite
enough is enough hence we rhyme
scream and shout for a change in paradigm
we are here to make noise
for as long as it takes as loud as it gets
till you stop
to hear our voice

our poetry has purpose
it has wrath anguish awe
for humanity seems to have gone astray
on and on day after day tumbling down
this Cimmerian path

dearth of compassion inflicting the Earth

our poetry bleeds hope it abounds
in ecstasy sparkles with idiosyncrasy
when it becomes about
the power in small gestures
vivacious acts of solidarity
in nature’s dynamic balance
linking together such tenacious cat’s cradle

we are here to describe & reinvent
to protest & celebrate by translating
rebellious feelings into winged words
like the logomaniacs we are

will you
step out of your plutomania
& experiment “freeading”?


Eastlit April 2016 – Xiamen & other poems


With apologies for the delay, I’m delighted to announce the recent publication of five of my poems, four of which are from last August’s Tupelo 30/30 Project, in the beautiful Eastlit – a journal and website focused on creative writing, English literature and art specifically from or connected to East and South East Asia.

I’ve included a couple of samples here, but kindly invite you to go directly to the Eastlit webpage to read the full set of Xiamen & other poems, inspired by my life in this fun and exotic city.

Also, please have a look at the complete Eastlit April edition for some fantastic work from the region. The Eastlit May edition is also now out.



Musician with the flower



Tupelo 30/30 Project – Days 14-18 – Things children say

Dear readers,
Sincerest apologies for the long silence. The last two months have been out control busy (though wonderful on so many levels), with completing the Tupelo 30/30 Project; spending time with my family back home; readjusting to life in China and moving into a new apartment off campus; catching up with work, school and friends in Xiamen… and organizing a local poetry group for monthly readings, both in English and Chinese (more to follow on this).
So, in an attempt to redeem myself, I’m posting a longer poem today from the Tupelo 30/30 Project, which had originally been published in separate parts over the period of five days… hope you enjoy!

Things children say

Inspired by and adapted from various remarks made by my godson, originally in Portuguese, and collected by his mom, between the ages of 2 and 7

Lucas being Lucas, Pantanal

Lucas being Lucas, Pantanal

Part I. Philosophizing, poeticizing

“The world looks so small on google maps,
but we know it is so big.”

“There’s a tiny yellow fish
in the bottom of the ocean.
It looks like a radiant sun
twinkling under the water.”

“The full moon is
the daredevil of light.”

“One thing I hate in this world is when
hell comes into our head and then
we keep bugging the hell out of everybody.”

“How can the dogs be sleeping in still,
when being out here is such a thrill?”

On the two different companies contracted by his school to transport kids:
“They’re like Coke and Pepsi,
competing to see who gets more children.”

Mom: “How was your day at school?”
Lucas: “Great, I’m even sweating stones…
we played all kinds of games for disentangling bones.”

Part II. Fantasizing

“When peeing, we shouldn’t make too much noise,
because there’s a dragon castle nearby.
If the dragon wakes up, it comes into the living room to spit fire.
Then again, this should set off the alarm and
the police would come quickly to get rid of the dragon.”

“These days
Santa uses GPS to find our letters.”

“All this rain!
I think the angels pulled up the rain lever and went to sleep.”

“My friend at school brushed her doll’s hair so hard that the hair fell off.
Then again, the doll had belonged to her grandma.
It was already so old… about time it got bald.”

When asked how he knew a song playing on the radio:
“It was playing while the stork was carrying me here.”

When told that taxi drivers know all the best directions:
“Not in other planets, they don’t.”

Our soccer team has been playing so well.
“I wonder if all the players have taken a magical potion…
or maybe they made a wish upon a shooting star.”

Part III. Kiddy sweetness

when you go to heaven,
will you keep taking care of me?”

“You’ll never be alone,
I’m here… always.”

“Do you know why my heart beats?
Because I love you.”

“You’re my best moment in life!”

“It’s so nice to get a hug,
to be held closely tight…
any time, day or night.”

“My greatest Christmas present
is my family.”

“Good night!
See you all in my dreams.”

New Year’s Eve wishes:
“I wish everybody I love to be healthy,
and for God to watch lovingly over them.”

Going away with his grandparents for the weekend:
“Mom, beware of the bad guys,
be kind to your patients.”

Consoling a friend:
“Think about good things,
like the places and people
you love most.”

Part IV. Being cute and jolly

“You should brush your gums thoroughly…
it’s where the bacteria like to poop.”

“Great-grandma is so naughty:
just wants to lie in bed all day!”

“This noise coming out of my belly…
is the sound of my tummy eating my food.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll pick up the coins from the floor,
since I’m more ‘elastic’.”

Getting scolded:
“But why would you nickname me angel,
if I’m such a prankster?”

At the supermarket:
“Hmm, let’s go explore this place!”

Placing a golden sticker on my jacket:
“Here, this way your jacket
will look more luminous.”

Talking about his cousins:
“It’s good I’m not going there to play today.
They keep fighting each other and
it gives me a headache.”

In the car:
“I’d like to go check out that building.
In fact, I wanna see everywhere in Brazil.”

One day, first sentence upon waking up:
“Recycling is important.”

Playing video-games:
“This soundtrack is so much fun…
I feel like running around naked.”

Part V. Witty dialogues

From another room, Lucas coughs and says:
“Mom, I just coughed!”
She replies: “Yes, saw that.”
Then he goes: “Duh, mom, you didn’t see it, you heard it.”

Mom: “You look so serious and attentive…”
Lucas: “That’s because my tummy machine is working well and,
with these big ears of mine,
I’m listening to everything around me.”

Mom: “Your toys are set up so funny today.”
Lucas: “Of course, I use my imagination!”

Mom: “Does your little sister cry at night?”
Lucas: “Yep.”
Mom: “And can you hear her if you’re sleeping?”
Lucas: “Of course! Or do you think my ears malfunction at nighttime?”

Mom: “I had already told you not to do that.”
Lucas: “I know… it’s just that the first time you said it,
it didn’t really reach all the way into my head.”

Lucas: “I’d like to get a tattoo.”
Mom: “One day, perhaps.”
Lucas: “I’d like to get it one day today.”

Grandma: “If you don’t behave during tooth-brushing, I’ll take off running.”
Lucas: “But you gonna run with your injured knee? That should hurt!”

Lucas: “Let’s go play at the park.”
Mom: “But how, with your broken arm?”
Lucas: “Not to worry, I’ll put all my abilities to good use.”

Tupelo 30/30 Project – Day 13 – The Earth is Blue

The Earth is blue… / by Flavia Rocha Loures

Dedicated to my mom, who suggested the title for inspiration 

… and hearts pulsate in multiple colors

Lives vibrate under the daylight

Deep emotions each step of the way

Thoughts of today stars of tonight

The earth is blue and fills my core

Enmeshed in spectacles and unknowns

Intricate patterns that sing and roar

Floating and dancing like bubbles and foams

Infinite colors hypnotize our senses

This mazarine sphere spins on so fast

Sometimes I am overly in a haze

Some nights happen to be the best

Blue is beautiful and so is the Earth

Ever immense it is to enchant

Yet so small for the human footprint

We ought to limit it but maybe we can’t

Blue is this planet breathing sanctuary

We owe you deference and respect

All life is imbued with intrinsic value

Resilient complexity we must protect

But the blue is fading under our pressure

It is changing from something diverse

Into aching shades of black and white

Perhaps into a sad colorless verse

The earth is water and I worship her

We’re all connected in Gaia as one

Brothers and sisters let’s say a prayer

Then rejoice in blue under the sun

*Photo credit: Shutterstock (www.shutterstock.com)

Tupelo 30/30 Project – Day 12

A love poem for Day 12…


The one tear / by Flavia Rocha Loures

He’s been the pain lodged in my smile,
a lingering sadness in my eyes,
an agony that makes me insane,
that one tear that never fully dries.

But too many times have I bled.
So many poems I must have cried.
Now I have fought my vilest fears,
that frailty that’d been burning inside.

There’s sweet change stirring in me,
like a new age is about to start.
I cannot wait to let you know
of all the wonders in my heart.

Walk with me, darling, hold me tight,
as I gaze deep into the abyss
one last time for needed closure,
for all the aching I shan’t miss.

This long-living despondency,
at last, the time is ripe to dethrone,
transcend into a luminous day
and I don’t have to do it alone.

Feeling diffident, miniscule, this
can no longer be. You are here,
through the bliss of emancipation,
to dry out that last silly old tear.

Tupelo 30/30 Project – Day 9

Southern constellations / by Flavia Rocha Loures


With a golden moon floating low in the skies,
a starry night bursting with promise,
China bids me farewell.
She knows
I am homebound.
I need to

Next time
I see this yellow moon
there will be more green to it
with the unique constellations of southern skies
as canvas.

For now, I sit in silence
and witness a gathering of colors
slowly take over darkness out there.
I think about the days ahead
swarming with possibilities
like recent Xiamen nights.

it is everywhere, I can feel it
oozing through my body
pulsating in the horizon
vibrant and inspiring as
permanence could never be.

Oh, golden moon,
you are changing, too – hence
the clever smile, excited glance, dynamic hues
in you, and in those few familiar faces
I shall be missing after all…
like the stars that disappear, one by one,
to give room to the stunning sunrise
gaining shape out of my window.

It takes courage to see it unfold
this bittersweet ride of transformation
all the way along a rainbow.



Tupelo 30/30 Project – Day 8

I’m not loving this one. What do you guys think?

Wonderlands / by Flavia Rocha Loures

…and so I venture into these lands
fun and adventure at the reach of my hands
I embrace this journey with all my will
travel far and want more still

cheery faces populate my memory
we’ve exchanged life’s magic
some of its tragedy and
bonded over humanity’s legacy

then off I go again, myself
and mother Earth, to explore
learn (unlearn) some more
can’t wait for what lies in store

along travels
the unexpected
all I love
to no one belong

Antigua, Guatemala

Antigua, Guatemala



Sydney, Australia

Sydney, Australia