Eileen R. Tabios is a poet working in multiple genres and in-between. She also loves books by writing, reading, publishing, critiquing, romancing and advocating for them. This blog will feature her bibliophilic activities with posts on current book engagements and links to her books and projects related to books.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014


is the title of latest manuscript-in-progress.  I'm thinking, It's a keeper.

An excerpt from one poem:

I forgot clutching the wet mane of a panicked horse…. I forgot the night was unanimous…. I forgot how an erasure captures the threshold of consciousness…. I forgot how one begins marking time from a lover’s utterance of Farewell…. I forgot Mom beginning to age when she started looking at the world through heartbreaking resignation…. I forgot dancing furious flamenco with vultures under a menopausal sun…. I forgot learning to appreciate rust, and how it taught me bats operate through radar…. I forgot the plainest of bread can clear an oenophile’s palate…. I forgot dust motes trapped in a tango after the sun lashed out a ray…. I forgot the bliss deep within an ascetic’s eyes as he wandered with a beggar’s bowl…. I forgot how detachment includes. I forgot how detachment enabled a white rattlesnake to penetrate my dreams.


  1. first i read your title as 'the connoisseur of aliens' meaning the aliens from the film franchise brought to rich life via ridley scottt's 1979 masterwork of gothic horror! pardon me, i have monsters on the brain. an acute case of love-of-halloween-itis!

    your title, eileen, is a keeper.

  2. Hah! Thanks Richard. But now you've actually made me salivate to write something that could be entitled THE CONNOISSEUR OF ALIENS...