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The Igorot Sky

Lander left our community church on the first Sunday of the year. Three years ago, I did the same thing. After college, I wanted to work in the city and felt the smallness of our community. That time, Lander asked me, "Seleny, why...

Darning

When all is done, Mama shows mehow to knot the final stitch, carefulnot to tug too tightly at the thread.The doctor must have performedthe same art on my birthing mother. Replace the surgical lightwith afternoon sun and the ob-gynremembers how her mother mendsthe bedsheets,...

Iteration of a Theme’s Variation

End with everything. Keep nothing. Then own it all again.Find a bad man on a good day. Lose a worse man,then reclaim five friends fleeing him. Forsake to lose as ifyour death discounted it, that your death depends on it.Discard it like self-defense,...

On A Day Like This

There is an old Japanese film called Okuribito, which Marvin once told him about in a hospital room as if recommending a comedy. In the film, a man cannot find respectable work and so falls into a profession no one will admit to...

You, Too, Are a Pilgrim

“Look!” she exclaimed. I followed her clue toward the glinting blue, and I saw a flock of birds on an expedition. As if on cue, they fly togetherthrough miles and miles of sky, throughout their long route above paths of rivers and overmargins...

The Sanctuary

The church stood alone and abandoned at the edge of the town, an old structure built with weathered stone walls darkened by years of sun, rain, and neglect with tall wooden doors that creaked when pushed open. Its stained-glass windows cast colored light...

Random Pickings

Chicken Adobo

I watch my Mama pour a sachet of Milointo three cups, adding a lot of brown sugar to it—stirring them slowly, as though she...

Two Poems for the Road

A Dirge (Majayjay-Lucban Road, June 16, 2024) How swift the shift from Thalia’s smile to Melpomene’s frown. One moment, Jack was about to crack a joke. Then smack into our bus the trike smashed,...

The Pruning and Other Poems

The Pruning Deadhead the ground where petals lay, not the blossomed branch, rivered & riveted this garden, this square of pear & pine. Unlock the pruning knife, cut the roses back to thorn, back to distel, to angled light. Be...

A King Lear in Cage

Trekking the road to house of aged, those grown feeble, fatuous to outside world. I come as servant to bring that which is longed for to nourish...