2020

Si Andre Gutierrez ay isang 1st year BS Economics student mula sa San Beda University – Manila at manunulat mula Quezon City. Siya’y naging fellow ng LIRA Poetry Clinic para sa taong 2018 at lumahok rin siya sa 2nd Creative Writing workshop and contest ng HAMAKA Pilipinas na ginanap sa Far Eastern University Manila. Kamakailan, natanggap siya bilang fellow para sa tula sa Angono National Writers Workshop at Cavite Young Writers Workshop. Miyembro rin siya ng Baon Collective at Haraya: Mga Manunulat na Malaya.

  • Ang Hiniling Ko’y Umulan

    Noon, ang mga ninuno nati’y nagdarasalkay Bathala kapag mayroong matinding tagtuyoto unos na gumagambala sa nayon;kaya’t nag-alay sila nang mga awit at sayawsa buwan, mga puno’t araw upang masiguradongmaliligtas ang kanilang buong siyudadlaban sa mga sakuna. Taos-puso silang nagtiwalasa mga agam-agam at hindi nakikita –sa mga elemento’t haka-hakangwalang kasiguraduhanang kapayapaan. Ngayon, patuloy kaming umaasana maisasalba…

  • Cartography

    For Andrew 1. Say that there’s nothing left to plotAnd everything has sprawled itself a horizon on a map,From this time to this place, to this place to this time.And our sympathies are the revelations that crossThe sections of whole hours and meridians. Miles away, the Chico river flows in danger.Its perpetuity threatened into a…

  • Amihan

    The city only heals if it rains.Calm, still, quiet: an afterthought.Lights will illuminate the battered skins of roads, pedestrian stripeslosing its mundaneness, prayingfor the last sole to press on its body. The vehicles are the firstto go, then stores, leaving empty rooms, empty floors, empty buildings, unreachable from the water. It must be that the…

  • The placenta of evening stars

    After Jim Morrison Children are born navigators.The have crossed torrid wetlands,Slept in tombs full of water,Made love with the darkBefore they open eyes and seeThe mutiny of mundane days,Waiting for the dying Of their own innocence.         They seek manhood,Enlightenment in a gun, as if To bury the young yearsOf questionings – what smallDesires do they…

  • A Philosophy of Water

    I. Myth In the beginning was the seaand there was nothing to contain it. How the spirit soars with each crestslough crest and cowers with the slough crest slough is the moment I alwayssail for, the rise as terrible as the plunge, terrible because primal, this urge to taste the spray and keep itin the…