Check out the poems published in Katitikan – Literary Journal of the Philippine South.
Those cartridges that are emptyare golden like the sunlightand the highlights of his hair.He loved that gold like he loved the petalsof the flowering daffodils…
I murmur an apology to the skull in my hand, no lighter than a handful of pesos.The curve of its beak winds into a low note,a…
long, long serpent slithers close with his male human lovers wrapped in each other’s skins but the aswang does not envy a small bit—her lips…