Love is what makes music take nature’s shape.Heart singing through the warbler’s throat,Storm clouds curling, calm ripples ‘round a boat,Music is water, its shape...
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...
Did we not, as children, let the seasons
pour from our bosoms- artlessly,
as buds bringing to light. Colors
I painted words in pristine
tonality. The subject
watered by...
A fast-clicking cameraCaptures the momentWhen a loaded balloon breaks,The water inside itReasonably in the shapeOf a glass Earth, as wellBefore it quickly fallsApart, leaking away,Flopping, as it were,Into a shapeless puddle.
We who have been moldedBy tenderness before the denial,The fevered seasonOf turning awayTo...
Zero Hour Doc
Hours from here My man went from door to door Offering our pigs and chickens at half the price For any moving vehicle that could bring me to you
That, we don’t have, the farmers saidbut blood we can giveOn trucks loaded with cane;On top of...
Seven out of ten lands have no song
Seven out of ten songs have no scent
Seven out of ten scents have no tears
Seven out of ten tears have no words
Seven out of ten words have no thunder
Seven out of ten thunders have no wound
Seven...
This is us. Hold steady.No shakes please. We need clarity.No blur, but a clear picture of the windAnd clouds, our lives amongThe pebbles, our eyes intent on yourFocus as we face the sea.Surely, you’re an expertOf aperture and adventure,And our lives frozen, our...
either you take the drinkor the drink takes you:
choice of tuba, san miguel beer,ginebra or vino kulafu—naunsa ba ka? Naglisud-lisud na ka sa pag-Binisaya!
Only the sea embraces—bluest expansedrowning all tongues, all thought:liquor brewed from a brown god’sblood, seasoned with the salt of memory.
Bisag unsa...
2023
Never too sure if thisis still the right way.The world maintains its tilta couple degrees off its axisand the roads shudderat our destinations.From where I standI see rain shooting from the groundlike glass weeds, volatile and feverish.Rainbows bursting out of trees.And the fires,...