The following poems are part of an in-progress novel-in-poems that tells the story of two aswang lovers. Clara is a manananggal vampire and Santiago is a shapeshifting weredog in 1936 Cutud village. They fall in love and try to live as ordinary humans...
She left him nothing,
not a word, not even
a single letter. But everywhere
he turned, he could feel
her cupped hand riding
a plank the shape of a heart,
brass castors and wheels
of bone slowly churning,
searching. He closed his eyes
and saw letters carved in reverse
against wood, her hand
making...
These waves roar past, a hundred feet tall, smashing through the rocks beneath.
Carving out a hollow space out of the stone, that in a hundred years will leave this edge
teetering and fragile. The waves come
rolling in, one after another,
not even allowing one a...
Nasalo ko sa tingin mong pabaya ako sa sarili.
Nakuha ko ang iniisip mong wala akong pinipiling pagkain.
Bitbit ko ang inaasahan mong palatawa ako’t masayahin.
Kipkip ko ang biro mong malamang na ako’y biritera
At sa mga videoke session ay siguradong bibida.
Kalong ko ang papuring lahat...
Para sa akong kaigsoonang mga Mranao ug sa mga nabiktima sa kabuang sa mga Maute
Ika-baynte-tres nga adlaw sa Mayo 2017,
Mingkuyanap ang bagang dag-om
Sa dakbayan diin mosubang ang mabulokong bulan.
Kalit lang nangitom ang hangin
Nga mihabol sa matag suok sa among ingud1.
Hinay-hinayng migawas sa mga...
Kumuha ka lang nang sapat.
Kung sobra, 'wag ibulagsak.
Sapagkat may taong salat
Sa tira ay nagagalak.
Paliwanag: Ito ay isang dalit sapagkat ang sukat ay wawaluhin at may apat na taludtod. Iisa ang tugmaan.
Sinulid
Kulay na nang-aakit,
Mahaba at manipis,
Pabilog na nabigkis.
Susugat nang masakit.
Paliwanag: Ito ay isang tanaga...
As the car was winding down Zigzag roadOne sizzling afternoonI gazed at smoke billowing, spiraling up the sky from a distant mountainGreen turning brown...
There you go again,Praying for yourCreature comforts.Brain’s drying up,I see,Though summer’sNot been around
That long.Seasons haveTheir uses,Did you know.Summer is so thatFlowers can growAnd bees...
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.