Tag Archive: poem

Why the Philippines is Not Gay-Friendly || Spoken Word

  Spoken Word poetry written for pride week in the Philippines.   Related articles Sham tolerance of LGBTs in PH (opinion.inquirer.net) What It’s Like To Be Gay In The Philippines (thoughtcatalog.com) Filipinos join… Continue reading

People

“Singledom” — what a fascinating colloquial, just as the harvest moon masks her dried cheeks we strap our garters tighter as belts expand, gazing against the cracked reflection of yester-more’s public washroom, the… Continue reading

My Heart Will Go On

6am: Eyes snapping open hours before alarm rings Burnt toast Flavoured cereal Old juice Newspapers printed in gibberish 9am Foggy computer screen Bland coffee Paper clips tangled Disarranged documents A tap on the… Continue reading

Evergreen

Underneath its hundred years, fingers unslipping his knotted scarf and wrapping half around my neck. The late bluebird shivering hopping in snow tracks and eventually losing feathers and beak and mind as its… Continue reading

I Could Have Danced All Night

The last glimpse of slight light, as images of superheroes and soirees blur — and allow the strange sandman inside your room, where he crawls beside you: elsewhere the DJ shifts to metal… Continue reading

Cabaret

Ease your wrinkles — drink Dionysus the mind’s magic marker, unbutton your collar shake off your cufflinks in wondrous dark, it is make- believe we are world humans unbound under transparent masks where… Continue reading

Everybody’s Talkin’

Home-woven pancho and flaming red hair: the woman staring back at me through the windows of the moving bus; and as it rickets down the road, her scarlet hair follows me: Imagine now… Continue reading

Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head

The air felt sticky as he brushed a mosquito off my arm. I patted the red spot that formed where it landed before opening up the wicker basket beside us. He glanced from… Continue reading

Ol’ Man River

Stream, flow, bend, forget. The unguarded boots by the two-foot shrub groaned; its owner dipping his toes into the water; The crack as the flow bangs itself repeatedly against the smooth rocks; or… Continue reading

Unchained Melody

He caressed my knee, his thumb rubbing smoothly on my pale skin. I leaned my head back into his, smelling the musk on his hair. Hand to his hand, I traced his protruding… Continue reading