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Sinigang

This is how you make sinigang:   Take a kilo of buto-buto, wash it under running water. Use your fingertips to grope each piece for stray shards of bone, and don’t...

Binondo Church

For its brick walls were blotched with rednessLike a child with a high grown fever,The tolling of its bells, bounty and scared. The plaza on...

Adieu, Jorellie

  And this shall be my last goodbye.   Do not leave your door— even your windows, The leaks in your ceiling open for my voice Seal your heart...

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...

Eyes

Dusk The sun bleeds as it dies. Magentas, crimsons, lilacs spread across the sky. “A variant of the riddle goes: A pair of yarn balls / that can reach the heavens.” I skewed the metaphor. You say it doesn’t matter. You like the slant...

2 poems

Prelude I’m scared of this masterpiece,                           how I painted it so perfectly with every bit of green and blue, sewed                           to a threshold of fragmented doors— a tapestry of thoughts, where everything is new.                           I was drawn to a morning so sullen.                           From the wooden chair in...

Dancing Mutants (HROcampo, 1965)

Brighter than a thousand suns, / am become Death. Yet, as atoms split, re-configure, they sometimes moderate to re-arrange the glories in the bud, the splendours in the bush. Under a cleansing Heaven, life re-bIooms, charged and changed through a quiet, latent in that self- propelling spirit, there since our isIands’ birth.

The old beggar by the church door

Each Sunday I see him seated on the church steps, bedraggled clothes, white hair and beard, as I arrive for the last Mass, head bowed almost to his knees.   Has he been there all day? Has he eaten? Where are the sons he brought into this world, cared for, nurtured, loved so... Why...

Sa Katawang Nagbubuhat, Bumubuhat

(-kay Hidilyn Diaz) ‘Tong isport kong‘di ‘sinsikat ng básketból Pagsasanay sa pagbuhat ng mabigát Ilang kilo’t ilang timbang, búhat lahát Nakakintal, sa katawan ‘tong paghukóm.   ‘Tong paghukom, sa masel ko’y lumanguyngóy Sa weightlifting, lagi-lagi’y nagbubuhát Kung nanalo, sa balita’y hindi salát Sa Olympics, sa Asian Games, ‘tinatambol.   Ngunit, batid naman nating ‘di...

sINApupunan

  tiwarik at yukyok ako’y nanahan sa kweba ni Inang tigib ng karimlan   ikasiyam na buwa’y dumatal supling ng uniberso’y iniluwal   Nagkangipi’t nagkabulbol Saka naging suhi   Sa sansina- pupunang Nagdadalang- muhi.

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