Tumbang Preso

Ang pagiging kawal, o pagiging kadre, ay pagiging isang bitak ng bato. Pagiging isang bloke ng semento sa itinatayong pundasyon ng pagbabago...

I hide my skull in my closet. I bolt the door and bid it Quiet! Each night I take it out. Smooth the cracks of its surface: Traces of the fi...

On the other hand, I’m doing rather well. I pull weeds; I break soil; I spike stones; Rocks turn. I hack wood; Fire crackles And hisses At m...

I do not write poems. Not with the directness of the sun in any desert. Not with their scorching absolutes; their blinding truths. I shut my...

As for life in the backwoods, Do not say I asked for it. In my country, this is the way to live. A stranger arrives wearing the face of a da...