The city is the loneliest place in the world. It is full of people who do not know each other. ---- The Collected Poems of Tita L. Ayala will be published by UST Press this year.
The chico brown feel and scent and taste of you keep me shamelessly honeyed honeyed for hours after and I can taste you even more in my midmorning coffee, even when you have been gone a week. I taste you everywhere. When are you returning from the restlessness of our…
forfeitures of my race stare me in the face like little sins as peanut shells dotting the ripe sea When will the fugitive erase the ransom he consigns upon himself to live an idyll free from nightmare? Behave to withstand the tender lick of foreign lions and the lure of…