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Dreamcatcher

Tell me there is no death. But simply a change in dimension Worlds divided by linear comprehension. Worlds made invisible by mortal measure. Tell me it is but a journey. A step out of the confines of an illusion Where realities are no longer a dream You can now visit...

Gifts from Heaven

(Intro: Shariff Kabungsuan Festival While Christians prepare for Christmas, the Muslims in Maguindanao prepare for the Shariff Kabungsuan Festival to commemorate the arrival of Islam in Maguindanao. For one week in mid-December, the people celebrate the arrival of Shariff Muhammad Kabungsuan to their shores. ...

Sagada Scents

I wake up to the Aroma of arabica This gray morning In this now quiet town, There’s gentle drizzle Glistening on rooftops, May it turn to rain, To ease the pain  Of trees in nearby Burning mountains, And quench the thirst Of parched payew* In distant villages.         *payew – irrigated rice terraces

Jawo’s Last Game

He sat on the bench at the Coliseum, feeling a bit cold, so different from the times he would preside in the center of the huddle, saying “this is you,” as he manhandled the round colored magnets on the coach’s board. He sat...

Kintsugi

How beautiful it is  to be conceived as earthenware—          tilled from soil,          pliant with water,          kneaded by skilled hands,          tempered by fire,          birthed by kilns.          Sacred. Inspired.          Where in rain, we are porous          and in any water, we saturate          without having to expand.          Uninclined...

Boy in the Forest

Small step by small step I walk slowly toward the edge of the forest. It is early morning. I can hear familiar morning sounds. This is where Father takes me sometimes to gather firewood, herbs and edible mushrooms while I hold on to...

Random Pickings

Madonna of endless linen

Our lady of one day at a time Our lady of veils allowed to droop Our lady of the thrice-revised corner Madonna of postponement Madonna of a thumb...

Something More

BY THIS TIME next year, Teresita could be elsewhere, unmindful of the biting cold. She could see herself walking along a cobblestone path strewn...

SHARK WALL KEY

(Or Triste at the Santa Barbara Sea Center) Maybe it was the quiet desperation of the     sea horse, holding on to a spine of sea grass  inside...

Sisyphus, Rockstar

One last time, my forgotten friend, poise your calloused hands and dig your battered heels into the dirt. Left behind by the new world. The others, glam dolls...