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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.

A big house is a small house

  Like a shoebox cramped with preserved Fragments of quite a life lived by—the letters From a childhood friend, puppy love remembered A ribbon, the first book gifted, cookie wrappers   Like a matchbox—emptied, cleaned and feathered Cushioned with small cloth and with some litters Of breadcrumbs, compartmentalized with cut boards To...

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 the lost House as long as one was alive, To live and let live, even if night’s Softness lay in ambush, waiting For...

Red

Everyone says that Red is the color Of love and passion Which adds meaning to lovers’ days and inflames their hungry nights Yet some of us forget That red is blood Personifying life It moves and flows Inside our bodies, placing A stamp on our existence This hue is the flag Of pain and sorrow, Which reminds...

Garden

  to Bea Yap Martinez   Banished from a house in havoc, a broken vase, a curtain on fire,   I tiptoe here to hide, a child enisled in a labyrinth of green,   crouching behind stem and leaf, branch and blossom.   Heft of footsteps enter, a stick testing the air, seeking the source of sin.   Under the cover I...

Ang pag-iibigan

Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan Ay pag-uusap lamang At malagkit na tititigan. Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan Ay paghahawakan lamang ng kamay. Akala ko ang pag-iibigan Ay puro saya’t wala nang lumbay. Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan Ay pagtahak sa daan Na nabubudburan Ng talulot ng rosál.   Akala ko, ang pag-iibigan Ay paglalapat lamang ng mga labi At pagyayakapan...

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Meditations

            Seeking In silence I render my song In stillness I yield In the dimness and the brightness I could see that it is The One Still I seek I am...

Illumination

then, when the star-studded skywould brighten our upturned faces,we liked to believe it filledus with real brilliance,gifted down from the layof the galaxy, so...

Old letters

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...

Wishing war

How hard it is to take a side. Where I live, we are tribes Of rich and poor, and in-betweens. We are tribes of different colors. We are...