Poetry

Mother, Look at Me

Mother, I think my insides are decomposing politely. Can you not smell it, or have you grown so used to my rot that you call it “obedience”? Mother, I’ve become quite a candle burning, devouring, unbecoming so quietly in the…

Phosphorescent Mat(t)er

do you think her light is borrowed—something siphoned from the sun before dusk swallows the walls? (look closer. stay longer. watch carefully.) She is no candle trembling at the mercy of wind; She is brightness after it has already burned,…

Labored Breath

Morning smoke billows through cracks of broken windows, and the air tastes of iron—like rusty old coins on the tongue. Even the wind tires of threading through the same narrow streets, brushing past faces that have forgotten the taste of…

no return(?)

here lies the hope of a bleeding nation  where blood, sweat, and tears are spent to stay alive.  power sits on golden thrones seeping with grandiose delusion,  poverty-stricken citizens given just enough to survive.    and where blood, sweat, and…

Pagkamulat

  nagising ako na naghihikahos kuko’y nakayukom sa kamao hanggang ngayo’y tila musmos tumatangis sa nginig ng buto ultimo sa kinalakihan ay nakagapos tinuturing nilang bayolenteng lobo   panaho’y lumipas bago namulat kulungan pala’y hindi nakasarado malaya ako sa sarili…

Shoreline

Art by Shakira Mae Austero I walked by the shore to get closer to the sea, to wash my feet of all the bleeding wounds from the scattered shards on the way here. My feet clad in naivety and vulnerability,…

Foregone Sky

20 His classmates and friends had a lot of speculations on why he suddenly quit college. Some of them said it was because he got his girlfriend pregnant or that he couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, while others spread rumors…