Poem

Being

A coming to be is a passing away

Sun drenched runway glistening
under sheen of fresh fallen rain
abandoned airport and…

Babylon! Babylon!

I went down to the capital/ down from the mountains and hoped to see / to see! / to see! / to see what? / to see whatever /…

Being in Love

I think I’ve decided that I like
passing out in buses
or waking to the lowland heat
in the complete disarray and vertigo
with an…

— in itself.

i.
The night shrouded me. That thin mist and shower of rain. The rain was oppressive, keeping me under shade and breathing in my own…

Beats for the Downbeat

Poems performed for Mt. Cloud’s Spoken Word Events

Specter

©Martial Law Museum

Shall we continue to live

Kas Uno

©Patrick Tomasso

Isang sigaw na lang ba

Rice and Salt

Mother gave me
rice and salt
to drive out
the Terrors of the Night

I do not know what power
rice and salt
have; but they sit like
invitations

Baguio, my love

The mountain city
Garden of the gods above
Pine clad, endlessly

The Communist as Boogeyman

Rants into Poetry