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Indignation as Elegy

An elephant without a face greeted me on Facebook today, his trunk and tusks hacked away by poachers eager for ivory. At first I thought it was a watermelon sliced in half, mistaking the pinkish blood for the pulpy flesh of succulent fruit. Why bother to extract excessive teeth and risk being...

Two Poems

ELEGY I am trying to catch the best of Life as lived with my grandchildren I am trying to comprehend death When I see humans good as dead As a sudden explosion transforms A house of healing Into grim inferno of the dead and the dying And wounded children wailing Desperately looking For...

Along the Astral Sky

For that one person that I never met,why does my heart feel so shallow?you take a huge portion of my soulyet somehow we never crossed paths. The whole universe stops when I imagineyou making dreams better than all realities.Two entities dazzling in the void...

Gantsilyo

Yarn, like stemsWinding around a steel bough. Shaped into something different,Gloves, a scarf – a present
For your absentee mother. Stalks pulled apart by tensionWith lasting curls,
Never returning to what it was.

Planting Season

They start when the sunlight isstill soft. They wear their sarok, farm’subiquitous item. From afar, theylook like banana plants that sag at the weightof their bulky fruits. I can’t fully hear theiroccasional conversation. Maybe they talkabout fixing their lone radio, which spurtsout nothing...

Bloodsheds on the Rainbow

Delivered from the lights of heavenand strolling earth with the likeness of Godsuppressed by society’s sanctioned sinsconvulsing norms and gospel’s grounds Mother of many but with no wombhands are dainty as the flowers in Mayholding the bodies on the bloody paradeFlags torn down on...

Random Pickings

Kalahig

In memory of the hundreds of trash pickers who perished in the garbage slide at the Payatas dumpsite on July 10, 2000 From the skeleton Of...

A New Year resolution

Is it imperative to run through along when the countdown starts at ten, until I take the plunge, bring myself forward, ask which intent yields the least...

What Is Your Name?

How do you call yourselfwhen no one, not even you,listens? Where do you find the wordswhen everything escapes yourthoughts? What stories come to lifewhen images are...

One Little Less

One little less of me — a hand, an awe, a feather falling free. one little much an eye; one too little, still more to be. One too...