Sept
4 August 2012. Katipunan. 9pm. My umbrella has a hole in it. My feet are dirty from the grit of the darkened puddles. Home is many minutes away. 12 by cab. 30 by… Continue reading
Tag Archive: prose-poetry
Cheek to 2
The problem with sequels is how to stretch one thing to dual proportions. Repetition is out of the question — but changing it loses its trajectory, loses its linear motion from A to… Continue reading
Cheek to
Shuffling papers, pencil atop my ear. Sweat-decolored shirt that reeks of countless nicotine butts dying outside. I should probably head home. Probably now. Through my periphery, him. Six years my junior. He looks like my… Continue reading
The Tarot Writing Challenge: A Post-Script
78 days. 78 fucking days. And it’s over — the Tarot Writing Challenge is OVER. I am not a tarot reader by profession. I dabble, sure, every now and then, during parties and… Continue reading
Post-Coitus
There are bees in the balcony. They flutter around, attracted by light. They may also be drawn by dirty rooms or a couple cuddling while snoring inside. They cannot enter though — no… Continue reading
The Sun
The heat is up. It is an undying walk home. That treacherous journey from a to b. That pilgrimage that never ends, not even at its end. The rays strike me, sweat pours… Continue reading
Honest Fighting Drive
I remind myself that we are not together. Every car that passed by reminds me of yours. In anticipation, I lower my eyes, watching if you’ll come down. It is that dreadful split-second… Continue reading
Empty Ashtrays
I miss smoking with you, the rough exhales of Marlboro Black exhaling through your mouth into mine. I miss grabbing your arms and lowering my mouth to your skin, from the slight tease… Continue reading
A Dance
her swollen lips purple from the strike that lasted days upon days and then crashed; collapsed, heady and bold she did. no reinforcements; no warrior angels; no goddamn swooping army. bent and cracked,… Continue reading
Sparkling Rod
Transmutation – Through whispy air, transform. That one second when the the air feels good as it dampens your cheeks. Exact that ecstacy of the leaves rustling, one leaf blown away, landing gently… Continue reading