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Slaughterhouse Poems

When My Father Passed Away This theater is a slaughterhouse where filaments of grief are too shifty to cut, amusing guests who come  along with gestures broadly understanding what brought them in, inscribing very clearly associations overhanging with the deceased. The bereaved insists on what needs to be preserved along fertility lines, which unkind behavior should be dismembered. Here,...

Reunion Introspection

Life at 75 My silver mane shows Natural beauty of age With warts, lines and all My silver mane speaks Of struggle and redemption With passion and faith On departed classmates Gone forever now Memories we celebrate Lives well lived and loved On our humanity Human lives deserve Peace that is socially just Fight for it we...

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 frugal, light-handed, bent shrubs are rain-heavy, grit-weary, saddled with the days of May’s cloud weeping. This June cuts back to essential bone, the boughs watered & wounded. Fold your knees before the muted ground, listen to the...

My Magnificat

In the Marian month of October Magnificent madness My savage spirit you stunned Bones leap out to dance Something inside You touched and exploded Unleashing the torrent of one hundred springs That rush to embrace The vineyards lost in my memory     O blessed be Walls you have broken down Oppressors you pinned to...

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 a cobalt blue aquarium that brought it on. Or perhaps the distressed Stingray flicking  a missing tail, as the frantic hands...

FOUR POEMS FOR 2024

Philippines, Proposed Addendum to Definition of noun : a stream that cuts through districts or fields of grass : an enclosure of water (see Badjao or Aquarian) : a subterranean wanting : a recollection of faces : a great and significant number, just below innumerable but above sufficient : parable,...

Random Pickings

Ang isinumpang luntiang langit ni Ryan V. Labana

Nagpapausok na naman ang mga kapre– ‘Yung mga dambuhalang pabrikang nakatapak sa dating luntiang lote.   Hindi ko man marinig ngunit animo’y umiiyak, Itong bago kong pananim na...

Coming home

walking along a familiar road while seeing a new and different world your home calls you a stranger homesick to what he knows and holds while seeing a...

Pablo Tariman Spotted at Gourmet Gypsy Café

come to me in the high notes of an oboe amidst the din of a cafe turned concert venue for in your hands & vision every place can...

More poems in refracted light

  As a child I was taught never To curse the rain, no matter the floods Or the roof blown off due to howling Wind, indeed never mind...