Anna Lete & Kati Mohr
Napoleones
mother
all I've been doing
is nothing
I feel like I’m wasting away on some days. Am I an idiot for having got a degree in the production of communication? I feel like I’m too comfortable; I could do this with my eyes closed, too immersed in this lifestyle of creativity; I could use another topic at the dinner table.
I feel like I should have challenged myself when I had the chance.
stands in the path
a flame tree
resisting
I feel like it was a missed opportunity when I walked away from medical school. People think it wasn’t for me—but it was. I feel like I grieved for a bunch of cells and tissue the wrong way, the hard way, the unacceptable way.
I feel like I would do it all over again the exact same way if given the chance.
kalachuchi
one fits into
the one before
I feel like my son Leon is the best thing to ever happen to me. People think I say it because I’m convincing myself it’s true—but it is. And yet I feel like taking a break from my boys most of the time, like running back to them when they’re not with me, when I am forced to spend time alone drinking my coffee, when I find myself awake in the middle of the night and they’re both asleep.
I feel like I am complete.
sampaguita lei
its scent from between my eyes
temple stairs
cracking
for the Dama de noche
I feel like I want to do more. I feel like this is enough, this is my peak, this is the highlight of my existence. I feel like I could still reach out to my dreams and just hold them even for a few seconds before surrendering it all back to the Giver.
I feel all these things—I hear my friend Kati telling me, “It’s everything,” all at once.
niyog-niyogan at night all I've been doing is continuing
Notes:
Napoleones: a Filipino dessert/snack dish prepared with flaky pastry layers filled with custard and topped with sugar glaze.
Kalachuchi: flower-bearing trees belonging to the genus Plumeria, grown as ornamentals in the tropical and subtropical areas. In the Philippines, they are also associated with ghosts and death, since they are planted in cemeteries and graveyards.
Jasminum sambac, commonly known as Sampaguita, was declared as the national flower of the Philippines by Governor-General Frank Murphy in 1934. Its white flower is believed to symbolize purity, fidelity, and hope.
Dama de noche, known as night blooming jasmine, is a shrub that bears white flowers giving off a strong sweet perfume at night.
Niyog-niyogan (Quisqualis indica) is a creeping vine whose flowers change colours in two to three days time when blooming.
About the Authors
Anna Lete is Filipina writer who currently spends most of her time chasing after her one-year-old son, Leon. But she is still obsessed with poetry magnets, clears her head with blackout poetry, and vomits more prosetry on Instagram: @annaxmania.
Kati Mohr (she|they) is a disabled intuitive artist living in Germany with her family and two rabbits. She likes to jump into old ponds to pull up lost cargo in the shape of poems (but not exclusively!). She placed second in the 2023 Marlene Mountain Memorial Contest and received a 2024 Touchstone Award for her haibun “All These Things.”
Dear Anna and Kati,
I love the subtle repetitions, an echo from formal poetry (forms) in the prose, and the haiku verbs. If I just lift parts of each verb, you’ll see the superb and subtle repetition of doing:
all I’ve been doing
is nothing
a flame tree
resisting
one fits into
the one before
between my eyes
cracking
for the Dama de noche
all I’ve been doing is continuing
And okay, between is both a preposition and an adverb, and not a verb but acting for the absent or invisible verb perhaps. (smiles)
Brilliant!
Alan