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  • I am looking out the bus window playing River by Joni Mitchell. It is snowing there, you sent me pictures of cobblestoned streets, of you…


  • Kalimutan mo muna ang agham,silayan ang langit sa malayang isipan.   Kalimutan mo muna:      na hindi talaga patay-sindiang ningning ng mga tala,at ipinagtagni-tagning alikabok…


  • 1 kwadrado ang hugis ng lungkot; ang dingding na namamagitan sa atin.ngunit anong hugisang hinuhulma ng ating palad sa panahong yakap natin ang ating sarili,…


  • Tatakbo ang bata sa pampang,            magtatampisaw,sisisid sa isang dipang lalim            at makikitasa malabong salamin ng matanda            ang tulya, lumot, naglalarong maliliit na isda.            Sasali ang…


  • 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…


  • 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…


  • 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…


  • 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…


  • 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…


  • I wake up from my seat to a suddenblue blasting from the window.The sky looks certain as azure,if not for its scant escort of cloudsand…