Tag Archive: queer poetry


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


Hard, knockings. Ripped-off prices of Men, mingling With the jitters of Occupational hazards And fluids all over Sweat and tears and cum Is a celebration of Itself; alone but not With such company… Continue reading


Malate, what is you? What is you whose center kills us, dragging sore feet through your doors, newly-laundered from a hard night’s release, what is you? What is you, spiked temptation, whose slaves… Continue reading