March 11, 2013

March Poem Series: Ho Xuan Huong

Ho Xuan Huong | The Jackfruit I am like a jackfruit on the tree. To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh: the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes, but oh, I warn you against touching— the rich juice will gush and stain your hands *** Ho Xuan Huong […]
March 8, 2013
Siargao itinerary and expenses

March Poem Series: Adrienne Rich’s Women

  Adrienne Rich | Women My three sisters are sitting on rocks of black obsidian. For the first time, in this light, I can see who they are. My first sister is sewing her costume for the procession. She is going as the Transparent lady and all her nerves will […]
February 5, 2013

February Poem Series | Charles Simic’s Love Poem

Feather duster. Birdcage made of whispers. Tail of a black cat. I’m a child running With open scissors. My eyes are bandaged. You are a heart pounding In a dark forest. The shriek from the Ferris wheel. That’s it, bruja With arms akimbo Stamping your foot. Night at the fair. Woodwind […]
March 2, 2012

Mary Oliver | A River Far Away and Long Ago

Kawasan Falls, Matutinao, Badian, Cebu, Philippines  It was a sleepless night. I was reading this poem in the wee hours of the morning at McDonald’s Mango while waiting for Mara, the PR consultant of Terra Manna Camping and Resort. I didn’t know that we would visit the river that kept […]
February 28, 2012
Backpacking with a Book

Wislawa Szymborska: Openness

P, Poetry is the sincerest gift I could think of. For your birthday,  a day shy from  a leap day, I read a Wislawa Szymborska. Perhaps a sensitive soul like Szymborska  can understand why I have to do some tweaks to make the poem more particular and intimate: changes like teacup […]
February 14, 2012

Louise Glück: Happiness

I desire to write a poem as beautiful as this, for you, P. Bear with the amateurish work of mine, in the meantime. 😉
December 2, 2011

Jorge Luis Borges | You Learn

  Pico Iyer, according to the  New York Times Book Review,  is “a post-modern traveler, rooted nowhere and moving in order to disprove the illusion of home. Travel for him is a metaphysical project—a meditation on space, a sermon on our estrangement.” Tuburan, Cebu, Philippines
October 15, 2010

Adrienne Rich: Cartographies of Silence

1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the drift apart as if powerless, as if up against a force of nature A poem can begin with a lie. And be torn up. A conversation has other laws recharges […]
October 6, 2010
Backpacking with a Book

Poetry: X. J. Kennedy and Kelli Russell Agodon

The Purpose of Time is to Prevent Everything from Happening at Once X. J. Kennedy Suppose your life a folded telescope Durationless, collapsed in just a flash As from your mother’s womb you, bawling, drop Into a nursing home. Suppose you crash Your car, your marriage—toddler laying waste A field […]