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Three Poems Before 2025

2024 What do you want to say to a year yet to explain itself? The days are heaving, the hours a diary made meaningful with our ghosts: gray, tenuous, prone to our forgetting. Just tell me something new. Or describe to me freedom as an animal. Show me skin moistened by worship, waterfalls like...

Una oda a la música

May this poem be heard as a testament of Amorsolo’s “History of Philippine Music” and his artistry. Winds already touched the glistening sails of a boat that bears the shadows of blossoming antiquity Playful noises coming from the grasp of the lips, Lines withdrawn in the psalms of...

Cinnamon Rolls

A covenant was made. You trod on my soil. You breathed my air. Here, tonight, I am having dinner. The hall would have fit in Many exuberant guests, But I only see myself And my toddler’s chair. The table is set. Cutleries in their neat order. I sniff the folded serviette. It is your very...

Retrograde

The force of fate couldn’t fight for us.Venus showed me the way to youjust as I pointed her and the Moonfor you to gaze.He smiled down on us, mockingwith his crescent lips, whitened teeth. Time runs backas our shared memories.

Stranger

You had been here You had come wading to shore Wearing a raiment of corals and sea grass And flotsam surrendered by the sea You had been in this valley Where you let grow Cathedral trees laden With words that fall and flow On the riverine channels of my mind You had...

Tears for Sparta

Sparta, thank youfor being my faithful friendI am not your masterYou are my teacherFor you taught me to smilewhen inexplicable sorrows came byYou are my St. Michael when a stranger jumped in our backyardnot to pick flowersbut in our house visited.I promise not to...

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FALL

How lovely to imagine he fall.In many ways, how true is that word for the season? And how the Bible has it in its very...

First Love

From the morning to the evening Fresh young hearts were set to burning With desire; pain and sadness yet to know.   He my lover first to waken Mind...

The Bullet Wakes from Its Cruel Shell

I dance through air with a deadly grace. Yet mourn the lives I cannot replace. Once a vessel of power, now burdened with guilt, I pierced through...

I am Woman

I am woman.My menses borne beforesanitary napkins and tampons. I am woman.A breast cancer survivorclose to eighteen years now. I am woman.Daughter of a feisty Waraywho...