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Three Threads

For three yearswe were buriedunder these masks. Three years of breathingthrough our eyes, sheddingour days, one after the other. As this thin cloth cut deep lineson...

Brave New World

It’s 20 minutes after 8 in the eveningAnd everyone is readying themselvesFor another wretched night of fragile safety.Air raid sirens bellow throughout Kiev and...

Dalawang dosenang diyona ng pag-ibig

  Busilak Perlas sa karagatan Ng iyong kalooban Na aking natagpuan.   Pagiging Payak Palamuti mong taglay Na aking hinangaan At sukdulang minahal.   Aking Habambuhay Dahil ika’y pinili, Ako’y mananatili Sa kandi mo’t kandili.   Antikwaryo   Kahit hindi na...

Rush Hour

How’s life, old buddy Between seventy and eighty, eighty and ninety Perpetually in a hurry Heading for the cemetery Amid emotional poverty Are we racing against time Or the lack of...

FOUR POEMS FOR 2024

Philippines, Proposed Addendum to Definition of noun : a stream that cuts through districts or fields of grass : an enclosure of water (see Badjao or Aquarian) : a subterranean wanting : a recollection of faces : a great and significant number, just below innumerable but above sufficient : parable,...

A Farmer’s Memory

The neighbors say he suffers from dementia. On the balcony, he stares at the cloudless sky. How he declares the stars have turned into tubers of motley shapes and colors! He asks if he could fish some and trade them for a gantang of rice. Perhaps the copious harvest at...

Sunset Boulder

Random and I find our landscape a chore. Every day we push this sunset up a hill then see it roll down. Random knows. She has joined the sunset. His Wawa, adding to the weight of the grey boulder of fading light. I now know why it was the colors she feared. Sunsets everywhere in big cities and small towns. People...

A Prayer for Leni Robredo

Lord, there’s no day that can carry the load Of living without the help of your grace.  No sun will shine on a land without hope.  The morning there will have nowhere to go,  Like a child who loses sight of its mother,  And then she came, her...

Bunót

My tongue used to be made up of copra, salivating oils that indicate who I am and where I’m from. A place where coconut husks roof people’s mouths. Instrument to ignite brittle vowels and wavy coir tones. When my people speak, one can hear songs that carry the...

Naked

We have our palms embedded in the trunks of trees, embroidered in its leaves were desires left seasoned by the worms. That the fruits were products of a hundred laborers, scattered throughout the jungle of civilization, undisturbed, and the seeds outgrown the narratives of the past, filling the...

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