Tumbang Preso

On being warned by your poet-friend that I will rip you off and will make of your bones fodder to my wars No, darling. That’s not true. Rip ...

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...

Pakikiraan Pa’no kaya kita kakausapin nang walang sinasabi, Walang hinihingi, Walang minumungkahi, At walang dinaramdam. Nais kong maging ma...

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...

Dear God, don’t let me be a martyr, even if that means I have to be a bitch. Help me not to do my duty, help me not to apologize. Help me no...

It was around this time of the year when I last heard from you. It was before the year I took you for gone. I was w...