With the warmth
of a remembered touch
lines of light
and shadows seduce us.
Streets and retreats
and vaulted passageways
whisper, “Come closer,
I have secrets to share.”
Photographs
Poetry by Melody Ross Tinoy | July 12, 2009
Poetry by Melody Ross Tinoy | July 12, 2009
With the warmth
of a remembered touch
lines of light
and shadows seduce us.
Streets and retreats
and vaulted passageways
whisper, “Come closer,
I have secrets to share.”
Poetry by Ma. Cristina Ramos | July 12, 2009
Everyone asks me where
my long hair went.
With a shy smile
I’d reply, “Split ends.”
What I really mean is
we split up.
Everyone asks me why
and with a sad look
I’d reply, “Fly away”
or “Tangles.”
But they know
what I really mean.
Poetry by Maureen Ronquillo | July 12, 2009
a crystal dolphin
attached to a string
of chimes hanging
over the little pond
when the water ceases
to flow to the rhythm
of springs,
when the bells toll
and let go of their hold,
when the notes slip
on smooth pebbles,
when the music
hangs limp
on the string
and nothing, no
nothing stays
but the whistling
of the wind.
Poetry by Edgar Bacong | June 21, 2009
Tulad nang ipinataw ng taglamig
Sa mga pontanya ng syudad,
Itinigil niya ang pag-agos ng galak
Sa katawan kong sabik sa init-araw.
At kung may gunita mang pangahas
Na dadaloy sa isipa’t
Liligwak sa mga labi’y
Sasalukin niya maging
Ang madalang na mga patak
Upang pagkatapos ay papagyeluhin,
Patutulising tila mga estalaktita
At iuumang sa pandamdam.
Poetry by Edgar Bacong | June 21, 2009
Inilagak ako sa isang sulok
Na walang bumibisita maliban
Sa mga kakilalang alikabok.
Sa pag-iisa, isa-isang inuusisa
Ang mga katangiang humuhugis
Sa kabuuan ng aking pagkalubid:
Bawat makintab na hibla’y
May isang libo’t-isang saysay;
Ang mala-daliring diyametro’y
Pansilo sa mga payak na damgo.
Kaya di ko ikinamangha minsang
Sa aki’y may paslit na dumampot.
Bulong ko ngayon sa palibot:
May silbi na ang aking eksistensya.
Ngunit nang sa leeg ako’y ipinansabit
Wala akong ibang dalit na nasambit—
Sana ako na lang ang n
a
p
a
t
i
d
.
Poetry by Henrietta Diana de Guzman | June 14, 2009
gamayng kahayag sa samin,
ang dyutay kong namatikdan
kalkag nga buhok,
muta sa mata,
uga nga ngabil,
hinay hinay
kong gitulon
ang napan-os kong
laway.
naghubog ang duha ka
pulong
ikaw ug ako
madayganon ka
dinhi kanako
Poetry by Allen Samsuya | June 7, 2009
We might not come back home for awhile to Cotabato
because there are more things to do than catch a bus
and travel a tedious 6 to 7 hours. Imagine the hassle
of having to stop by a terrible total of 10 terminals
and all for what? Once there, we’ll probably waste our weeks
on good-for-nothing visits to former classmates’ houses,
old friends, and dozens more of other people we used to know
so well, but now find hard to even barely recognize—
as when we chance upon them whenever we buy
our fruit shakes and burgers at Manong’s, or when we shop
for overpriced stuff at South Seas, or at nights when we party
and waste ourselves at Pacific Heights.
Poetry by Wang Loreto | June 6, 2009
Kapag naririnig ko ang il postino
Nag iiba ang aking mundo.
Napupuno ng iyong masasayang alaala
Na minsa’y nakatago sa munting box kong dala-dala.
Kapag naririnig ko ang il postino
Nag iiba ang anyo ng aking mundo.
Maaliwalas, napupuno ng pag-asa
Ang aking damdaming nakabilanggo, nagpapaubaya
Ang aking tinatanging panaginip, napapantasya
Ang imaheng na ako’y nasa iyong bisig. Napakasaya
Sa duyan ng mga nota ng biyolin, piano at gitara,
Ikaw at ako, pinag-iisa.