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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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Song of Nothing

Sunday blessed peace from nothing— and nothing was a woman reduced to a child's love running after drunken anger letting go of nothing, again nothing— nothing was napping in...

TWO POEMS

KUNG FU POEM You killed my master In syllables two seconds out of synch with the lips,while a crooked finger points back to himself, vengeance smoldering in...

Prayer

Last night, she mumbled a brief prayer.Brief because her God hates verboseprayer. She prayed for abundance.This morning, she woke upto the early gossip of...

Montage (of a Once Activist)

Meet me on Moraytabefore we march to our beloved stronghold,the Peace Arch in Mendiola,where the blood of our martyrscleansed its cornerstone.Swear that we will...