Author: Nico Pablo


  • What the Brooke’s Point Farmer Taught Me

    There are things bigger than me.            Like husking the coconut             to sip its water,            hacking the shell, and scraping the meat            into strands before the third moon sets. Perhaps your oracle eye fishes in the shallows for the glimmer of a treasure chest in the waters off this Palawan quarry.            Like deciding which fruits of…

  • The Mermaid Speaks

    I cannot remain The fairytale of the seafoam Or flicker of maiden?s Face in the pool. By your hand, I churn, fluid  As my temple.  And am I not creature – Necessary creation  Of what surrounds me?  See my disappearing fin, Camouflaged in synthetic fiber Flora, ghostlings Of progress.  Call me leviathan. My ocean body…