this little origami life
lies on the floor with torn wings
what happened to days meant only
for kissing daisies while standing on pointed toes
was it in my absorption in the bright colors
that time seemed to have stopped and jumped simultaneously?
perhaps i should start counting and recounting petals
the way others do with sheep to dream
isn’t it what you wanted anyway
a math i can never understand
where you and i amount to a ripening womb
whose fruit is neither yours nor mine
sweet nectar ignorant of parched throats of those
whose heads are hanging and have browned–
from thirst of love and truth and life;
innocent and uncorrupted by all that we are
Category: Poetry
Your Flesh is Sweet
Your flesh is sweet
and tender
it melts
on my tongue
a raincloud on
a sunny day
consumed
by a hungry blue-ness
you inhale water
as i do air
and speak in bubbles
that i drown
in my language
to touch your words,
which i will never know.
My catch for the day
fresh from the lake
tomorrow again
another you.
Night Out
Poetry by Lyda May Sual | January 20, 2008
Tonight’s no night for stories and poems
The moon’s fair, witches are out leaping
from eaves to twigs
I paced about; heard them sing
“Come catch the moon about to fall.”
Paghatag ug Ngalan / The Act of Naming
Poetry by Ana Maria Yugalca | January 20, 2008
Ali diri
ug hubui ko.
Unaha ug limas ang akong utok.
Kana gyud! Hinay-hinaya ug
limpyo ang hugaw nga sudlanan sa akong
kahambog.
Sunod, ihuho ang akong dughan.
Lugita ang gahi nga kasing-kasing
unya tuhuga’g lawum.
Continue reading Paghatag ug Ngalan / The Act of Naming
The Clock
Poetry by Gregg Galgo | January 6, 2008
He whose hands
never grow weary
of moving on,
marches with cadence,
round and round —
as if that were its only purpose —
to race with time
and never look back.
Trapped but Free
Poetry by Gregg Galgo | January 6, 2008
It has always been
like this:
The birds are locked in cages
and fed;
a gold fish is placed
inside a cool aquarium;
and the big brown dog
is tied to a post,
standing on guard
while the master
attends to his other pets.
Continue reading Trapped but Free
Nanay Said Go to Bed
Poetry by Yas Ocampo | December 2, 2007
I was the only one left
in the sala that night
you told me the noises
on the roof were
Minang’s hooves –
on nights like this one
she was searching
for children whose stomachs
she could, through
her tongue
suck whole.
Kalapaw / Farm House
Poetry by Peping Domingo | December 2, 2007
Yanda ngatan ya,
Dagidi ub-bing nga nabati
Ditoy?
Sadinno ngata nga lubungen,
Ti naipalpal – ladawan dan
Wenno tinay tayaban dan?
Gapu ngamin apo, ti di
Mailadawan nga rig-rigat,
Rugit ken buyok
Ditoy rabaw ken
Uneg ti daga