Tag Archives: FOCUS Philippines

barren beach

barren beach it is the ebb it seems: the tide has left tiny corals naked like forever-dancing pale-faced stuffed monkeys under the glaze of the midday heat. the drought is settled even beside the sea upon this empty reach.

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A Red Rattle Toy

A red rattle toy, my mother’s gift Rattles violently, bloodshakes my young head. I could not hold it upright, Too small my hands, too finite With ten fingers in vain may clutch A furiously spinning axis: The toy rattles, cradles … Continue reading

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The Nose-Counting Game

I am a child alone, the neighborhood could not care less. A nose-counting game today spells my existence in the monitor of the Census Man’s computer.

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At The Edge of Things

Where affords the best of views The edge of a woodland yawns To the spiders of the wind, cotton-hard Caressing where one is stretched Between trees and skies;

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the growing

liquid seeping through the ground and the life that sprouts is but a tiny strand of green and white; a root hugs the earth, a new leaf fixes face toward space and time azure now, then gray and windy and … Continue reading

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Shells

  There are more to them than name and symmetries colors and textures dwelling in the vastness of a fluidity that marks their nooks and crevices edges and eyes grasping the folds of an ocean.

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Flight

Morning hears the panicking Of fearful birds in the eye of sun And settle only when Blinding red shall close them down On horizontal weariness. Then Evening listens to the sighing Tracking on her knees it seems Sounds of living … Continue reading

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