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Parallel Poems, Like Parallel Lines, Don’t Meet

Confucius Say The dreams I can’t recall on waking Must be shaking their heads if they were Folk, from not a false universal Sense of waste that extends to even The airy nothing that they are – such As, if the ruthless truth be quoted From Quixote, we all of...

Meditations

            Seeking In silence I render my song In stillness I yield In the dimness and the brightness I could see that it is The One Still I seek I am drawn to the distant sound Of waves splashing on waves Of rocks breaking on rocks Of soft rain seeking to blend with...

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 nose. My side turns into a Zen garden. I lie, a stone smoothed by hands of love, slender fingers tracing landscapes on my...

Hypnagogic

I see a scarecrow On the yellow moon By the window Of the third kind Woman or man I ought to know I look to the left It shifts to the right Towards Venus I look to the right It pivots to the left Away from Polaris But the night Out of the spotlight Restarts daylight

Two Poems for the Road

A Dirge (Majayjay-Lucban Road, June 16, 2024) How swift the shift from Thalia’s smile to Melpomene’s frown. One moment, Jack was about to crack a joke. Then smack into our bus the trike smashed, a deadly strike. Traffic crawled at the bloody spectacle of the sprawled body splayed in a strange angle. Dazed in shock, I brace myself for a...

Three New Poems

The Demanding Gospel For Sunil Stephens “Luke’s Gospel is a gospel of mercy; it emphasizes Jesus’ identification with the poor and the lowly, and His willingness to forgive sinners. Yet it is also a demanding gospel, for it shows that being a follower of Christ...

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Wired

    A picture of yourself Standing on a locked door Hand dives in that shallow bag Which can barely move in the Seafloor of wires.   Strangled with thick...

Shooting Star

If one looks closely into the night sky, and spot, by chance, these flying balls of fire, a wondrous sight for the naked eye, a heavenly transcendence...

Bitiw

Malalim ang ‘yong mga mata’t Hapis na ang mukha. Hindi ko na mabilang ang iyong mga gatlâ. Dati-rati’y parang tigre ka kung tumingin, Matikas ang tindig, At buong katawan...

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...