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Weds. & a struggle

Never an expletive (in mint condition): Nagsasawa ka na ba?* From the mouth of decadence, the idea of fish balls                                     & tall tales in the streets. From research-groomed Quemada dream, a glowing inner circle                                                             of niceness. From media to self … Continue reading

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Labour Day

for my sister, giving birth A double meaning, I guess. When the effort offers more wind to the process, a grown-up confusion depreciates. A day of countless promotions, too, suddenly glimmers, as seismic as the letters of your name in … Continue reading

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Nocturne for Haiyan*

My country, you see, is surrounded with tropical spinning babes of the equator, those temperamental hyacinths guarding a ginosko of coastal charisma after which the beauty of earth knows no history, future, or shall I say madness soaked in between … Continue reading

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Vyuha

The indeterminate shape of modern fire twines past everyone’s automatic happiness. You resemble the dissolving wheels of neon. Time’s a labyrinth.      Twenty-nine, and depression is a young man’s war. Shush—                   I am shaking: some vital parts of me scream, want to … Continue reading

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The Neighbourhood

And the music from the neighbourhood waxes, collects smoke from yesterday’s conversation. And the tea kettle pot puffs another faithless translation of a strange intervention. Which is like placing the beers with toy guns and sanitary napkins. Armageddon is coming … Continue reading

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