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Stay for the Fireworks

And while it’s true that knowledge of self is required before you can love, truly love, you must also have a healthy faith in the unknown, an appreciation for the wind that blows from you know not where, that stirs the sea and leads it to strange shores where you may never see the sky...

Sable-An Ode to a Stray Cat

You were a stray looking to survive Out on the streets walking day and night Your asphalt bed may give you some rest Yet you dream of loving arms and kisses And a home to call your nest.   Your dark fur, glazed with a golden sheen Shines in the...

Of Science, Of Fate

Frost eyes stare into the layers and layers underneath. Rotate, adjust, rotate, adjust. some eyes are made to look at what’s under miscroscopes and see the dinosaur-old cells within barely human humans.   Cold hands always gloved blue or white or green. Scrape, cut, scrape, cut. Some hands touch the insides, even graze the silver linings of a purpling heart.   Soft...

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 descended from chinks called insects, From older tribes we try to genocide, We are descended from the conqueror-rapists And from the conquered...

Iniisip-isip na Liham sa Kaibigang Makata sa Panahon ng FB (kay bay noel )

Kaibigan,   Petmalung lodi ka na dapat ngayon, paalala lang Baka kasi nirarayuma na yang akay-akay mong salita Sa taludtod; apdeyt apdeyt din pag may taym.   Wag na wag kang pupuslit ng kakosa, katropa, karantso, Baka walang makaintindi: patok ang paps at repa. Mala-wattpad ang peg ng drama ng saknong   Kung...

Astronomy

We peer furtively at smiles, bent wrists and it smacks of mortality. We imagine—nebulae in the irises of a stranger, like they bear stories waiting for the optimum mass of hydrogen, us counting on fusion. The wish to witness the immortal is a prayer written by the finite. A folly—we are...

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Bound by the Same Umbilical Cord

Stone and Scratcher after a photo by Frank Cimatu My human knows how to scratch ecstasy and submission out of me, rendering my retractable claws cold as a wet...

Rage

It’s not only to crush You under the Soles of my Feet But to erase you And your Shadow So that nothing Remains Even memories of your Being here It’s not only to Have you Gone Piece-by-piece That will...

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...

Stella Loves Saluyot

Stella relished each spoonful.Adobong saluyot and rice.First taste of it in five years.First time to clear her plate all clean. Between smiles and dancing eyes,“Asim!...