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Dahil ba

Dahil ba ako'y bata Ikaw ay walang awa? Kung manlaban mahina, Murang-mura ang diwa.   Dahil ba di mo kaya Yaong mas matatanda, Sa akin ibalandra Ang 'di magawa-gawa.   Dahil nga ako'y bata, Naiisip na tanga, Gipit ang pag-unawa Sa iyong halimbawa.   Dahil nga ako'y bata Ipagkait ang saya: Inggit ka yata, tanda, Sa babaw ng aking ligaya.   Dahil nga...

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 years of unwilled   partings. Of pages beginning with Dear, and ending with Love, always   love. At once heavy and yet has never felt lighter, clasped...

Geography of our Melancholies

For Mariko   This inconsolable distance Between our lips Separated by unfamiliar cities And impassable seas; This insatiable wonder for the unknown That grows every day in morbid anticipation Of the smell of your newly washed hair at sunrise And the taste of your sweat in a tropical afternoon Submerging my heart in...

(free) will

The universe has no idea how powerful its inhabitants are. With will given, they are free to live on their own. What privilege has this earth given us? We step on its lands and call ourselves human.   With will given, they are free to live on their...

Blink Twice to Mean Yes

It’s not language nor the attempt at a joke: it’s lack of understanding that dooms the animal crossing the road. Still, the same oblivion awaits it inside the slaughterhouse. Therefore claims should not just be made within reason, but more with respect to circumstance. Like the assault of a bird’s presence...

To my bereaved beloved

I want my body to be cremated. Weigh my ashes as against my flesh. The difference would be of my soul’s.   Much of my leaving soul is water from each of my cells after the long years of lingering edema. Much of my soul would be water   gushing like...

Random Pickings

FROM SEAWARD AND OTHER POEMS

Seaward Escaping the harshnessof a pandemicI swim for this                                  ...

Two Poems

The Feet When we are born, our fingers and toes are counted to confirm if we have themcomplete.Like the hands, we have two feet.Some were...

Seven out of ten farmers have no land

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...

MATERNITY WARD WOES

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...