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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 and body, my heart taken, Then set to match, see how the embers glow.   My hand he takes and places On his...

Daemon and Dreamer

  You are the Past I’ve annihilated To save Myself.   In my slumber You took root Inside me Against my will, Tangled tentacles Of a poisoned love Long dead.   I ripped out Your tortured spirit To exorcise you From my consciousness.   In you My absence Became an emptiness That screams In silence.   The echoes resonate In my soul - The half of me That dwells in you. Yet...

Flores para los muertos

Tired eyes shut in deep slumber Glass beads wound Around clasped hands I dare not disturb her peace   The flickering light Of mourning candles Bring back memories Of cold gray mornings   Apo baket keeping watch Beside the three-stone hearth Inabel blanket wrapped Around her bony frame   I catch a whiff Of her nicotine breath As she massages...

A New Year resolution

Is it imperative to run through along when the countdown starts at ten, until I take the plunge, bring myself forward, ask which intent yields the least red flags I come undone to commit a list of selves I desire being for the year approaching and learn: this self,...

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...

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Salt Prayer

"There must be something strangely sacred about salt.It is in our tears and in the sea."from SAND AND FOAM (1926) by Khalil Gibran Matthew 5:13—...

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...

Makiling Dusk

  Wind from the lake below Has brought the fine rain That wet the stair railings Between classrooms on Makiling. As I step out after class, The cold droplets cling...

Sinigang

This is how you make sinigang:   Take a kilo of buto-buto, wash it under running water. Use your fingertips to grope each piece for stray shards of bone, and don’t...