Is not the mirror the real wizard of the times? When all I can see are others Whose otherness suggests that them I can’t define Cannot comprehend Or cannot tame but with words and poems and art… more →
Stretching the Symbolicwrote 1 week ago: … more →
wrote 1 year ago: At first, all we were were thousands of gallant, self-sacrificing souls armored with the conviction … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Mula sa: http://deoxy.org/aip.htm Smoke and veranda and a clock saying its 06:44 and a frame of sky … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Ako ang dakilang tagapagmasid Sumusubaybay sa pagsibol Ng pawis sa iyong braso, konsensya sa iyong u … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The wheels of the bus scratch against the old road. And what they produce is heat, what they go agai … more →
wrote 1 year ago: *This poem first appeared in my Facebook profile. These times are hard for poets to make sense, so … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Tayo, noon Nagsimula tayo sa madaling araw Naghihintay ang dilim sa mga salita At pinapanood … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Ganito tayo binabati ng lungsod Ang ihip ng hangin ay sinaluhan ng kapal ng usok na magiging dumi … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The epic cure, they say, is to taste wine. The one with a neat bottom, saved from dregs. Dregs don’t … more →
wrote 1 year ago: This is a charming lot of peace Right now, that man owns no pressure, nor sense of urgency no uncall … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Victory is to the lips when it puffs a smoke Only partially in the case of Itunes playing Interpol’s … more →
wrote 1 year ago: What I fear is this: When we lose our insanity; And when we refuse to bite; The cakeness of, and … more →
wrote 1 year ago: *salamat sa mga komento ni Rosalie Calpito para sa ewan kong pagbabago. Apprently, ganito dapat ang … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Saan hihiga kung hindi sa Humahalimuyak na kama? Kung saan naubos ang Chips Delight, Pringles at Nag … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Let me speak of ghosts. In your closet, they hide as you Ride your car and meet the world They sing … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Kuha ito ni Jesa. The sky is full of dreams; but you don’t know how to fly. The Killers, “This is yo … more →
wrote 1 year ago: O bata sa tabi ng bangketa Matuto kang maglaro at magsaya Tumbahin ang lata, ‘wag maging preso Ilaba … more →
wrote 1 year ago: “Money had no name, of course. And if it did have a name, it would no longer be money. What gave mon … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Shall I compare thee to the night That springs evanescent, our skies alight Shall I compare you to a … more →