Poetry in English

To appease the women, the government decided all men should stay at home at night.  Nights are for sisterhood. Nights are for our bar hopping, tequila after tequila – shot after shotuntil we forget the whole world. Nights are for us, child-bearing peoplewho forget ourselves just to please all. Nights are for all the hobbies we missed: book after book, painting after…

what you don’t know can hurt youwhat you don’t know can turn your bodyagainst you—Brian Russell Blessed are those with low pain tolerance: The world drops you mid-air then asks, Are you alright? In 2014, my name got crossed out of a lineupconsisted of 12 members for an interschool dance competition I dreamtof joining since sophomore…

Consider to pocket this moistLayer of loam: a cache of glass, Ore, bones before the banyaga Rattles the ground. The myth Describes a gentry of anitos Walked this very earth, sated With salamanca. It should beA given that we’ve sculptedEnough idols in our mind

Pusang Gala But she’s got beautiful eyes, Mama!My little boy points to the calico cat.They glitter when it’s nightWhen they’re not oozing.I agree, they’re sympatheticEven honourable, battle-scarred,The tips of her ears all shades of redRaw pink rose burgundy maroon purpleHer tail, a broken stump,Ugly and furless, raised and defiant;She picks scraps from the neighbour’s drain.

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 and your lover, four degrees cold, you say. Meanwhile the trees are green as ever here in my country. The children chase the chickens and the sun trails off behind…