Ric Bastasa

And Then Understand What Loneliness Is….

This Torn Universe……

The New Adage….

I Am Here….

When I Say I Am Here And What It Really Means…

Hope Feels Everything

I Have Always Known Why

About Delia On Stage 4

The Moon Did Not Smile

The Accident Early Morning

Rooted Back To Earth

Finding What Is Simple….

Fair And Square….(2)

Sun Setting…..

When You Finally Return For “Home” Again

In This Poetic Corner….

Putting Them Names….

Still A Happier Face Staring At The Mirror

Much To The Dismay Of Time.

Circa 1965

Did You Miss Being A Bird Sometimes?

Those Anonymous Lines

The Aircon Hums…..

How Did You Put That White Elephant Inside The Refrigerator?

The Murderer….

The Myth….

What The Sea Reveals…

After The Break-Up

Mama, In Imitation Of Someone Recently

The Need (And Maybe For Love)

Leaving For Hanoi

Do Not Be Afraid…..

A Short Treatise On The White Sandy Beach

The Pastor….

The Power Of Religion….

The True Religion

Desperately Pusan….

Inside The Jeep Somewhere In Colon

Things That We Do Not Choose But Just Happen

I Am Free….

Against The Light…..

To See God Smiling….

This Love That Binds Us…

The Emptiness Of The Tea Cup

Those Who Have No Sons And Daughters….

As You Turn Your Back Against Me.

Loving You…….In So Many Ways….To Keep This Love Burning

The Tool For Survival

Sad But True

The Seeds Of Love In That Barren Land

The Agony Of Midas

The Present Sisyphus

It Is The Silence That Tells Whatever Truth There Is.

Somewhere (Or Whatever)

A Dot, And The Tenth Line…

A Dot, And The Tenth Line. (Revised)

To Mother (And Her Dusty Floor)

Uponmy Leaving

What Grace Is This That Amazes Me?

What I Keep And What I Love.