poetry
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slowly, slowly, the bonsai
slowly, slowly, the bonsai grows. bending to the will of iron wires. out of constant strain: beauty. slowly, slowly creeping to the big bowl of freedom in the sky. Continue reading
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This is How I Understand Grief, Solitude
This is how I understand Grief: When the crisp and hollow wailing of our neighbor In front of her dead son Lost its consonants and the trail of Vowels seems to me the last echo In her womb. This is how I understand Solitude: I sit in a park bench And no one sits beside Continue reading
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To the Vines on the Spines of EDSA
dream now, brave leaves, of dark earth and clear sky, of brooks rhyming and dew sighing. dream of the still night after a storm and the priestess-rain chanting on rocks. dream of innocence, dream of sleep, dream of weakness, dream of fear: the space of fields, expanse of oceans and frightful heights of skies. Continue reading
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Carnivorous Hearts
he opened his heart and out flew a vulture. clawing on rotten flesh, breaking white bones and screeching for its brothers with their hungry mouths. slowly, methodically, answering the call, poking their bald heads out of carnivorous hearts. cautiously scanning the alien air, unfamiliar with freedom or maybe the new Continue reading
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That We Call Face
it clings helplessly to the skull like an overripe fruit ready to drop on the forest floor or perhaps a child’s play-sticker, loosely gripping blood and what-have-yous. it never really reveals itself; it only shows its smoothness and curves or some clandestine scars here and there. it parades its flaws or its enchanting beauties, Continue reading
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Ode to Uncertainty
maybe it’s like the sun – that quietly slides up and down the oily sky, then gone and there again. maybe it’s a prayer – gently caressing the cheeks of capricious gods and serving them nectar and honey and blood and heads. maybe it’s paper – pregnant with words and pictures that are Continue reading
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this room, this continent
wearing nothing but your sins and a litany of regrets around your neck, a droning murmur of hearts fills the night – a kiss breaks the silence of skin to skin. in the dense dark of this room, shadows meet shadows: touching flesh, stitching sins, weaving a blanket of guilt. trembling hand touches trembling heart Continue reading
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Habagatan ang Hingang Pinakawalan sa Dilim
habagatan ang hingang pinakawalan sa dilim. manipis at waring ‘di marurok ng sinumang dios o dios-diyosan. walang nakapansin sa ihip na tumagos sa balat, ang lahat ay may kanya-kanyang sinasampalatayaang anito/anino. hindi ninais ng pantas na ang habagata’y pupuno sa kawalan ng dilim – habang bawat hampas ng kanyang kamay ay sumusugat sa Continue reading
Being Here, Now. 