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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 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!...