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The Animals at Fredirick’s House

Fredirick is a lonely boy who always stays inside his home. He does not like hugs and kisses from his mom. “Yuck,” he says when given one. He also doesn’t like to go out with his dad. “Nope,” he says when his father asks. Dad...

Time in a Shell

They say that when you put your ear next to a seashell, you can hear the ocean. That you can hear the waves crashing on the sand, the ripples on the sea’s face lapping against each other like conscientious neighbors, and above the...

Butterfly

Do not catchA butterfly With your hands,Especially not A white oneEven with itsEver so slightStreaks of black. You might Damage itsDelicate wingsAnd it can Never fly again.Catch it, rather,With a cameraOr even just Your mind’s eyeRemembering itThrough your ownMetamorphosis Into a livingShining beingClothed in whiteLinen like Someone We all know.

THE RAINBOW

There are many stories in man’s remembering. Some say they are spun by an old woman who lives hidden from the sun’s rising and setting. The words she steals from the whisperings of leaves whose trees have never seen a forest nor known...

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Dale As I Explain to Him This Weird Thing Called Love

Is love visceral? Is love political?We elect emotions as tyrantsDictating the rest of our historyWhile I hold your hands gentlyWalking down the parliamentOf desire throbbing inside.Do you still believe in democracyOr are we doomed to fiasco?Listen to the waves inside my chestAs if...

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Stranger

You had been here You had come wading to shore Wearing a raiment of corals and sea grass And flotsam surrendered by the sea You had been in...

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...

Four Poems for the Future

Nothing’s Too Far There is no escaping the long arm of memory, & the more I try to, I turn to it instead: During trips to my...

A Jeepney Tale

I sit ugly, like a duck waiting to exhale, in a crowded jeepney on the way to somewhere that seems like nowhere on a...