“… In this way, too, poems are en route; they are headed toward. Toward what? Toward something open, inhabitable, an approachable you, perhaps, an approachable reality.” —Paul Celan, tr.Continue readingCall for Poems: En Route

Through the Cloud
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I Walk Alone … Continue readingTwo Poems

I observe through glass that also doubles me a glare
that gleams a halo through the window’s steam

It used to mean something: A hanging lantern,
like a bell tolling in the night. A single bulb that wavers.
… Continue readingNight Bus to Gwangju

Originally written in the Kinaray-a language, the poem discusses some of the horrors that occur in the poet’s home region in southern Philippines.
… Continue readingThe tongue is antediluvian, before

It was dirt for miles.
Even the puddles

of light collecting under the gum trees
were dulled by the dust of our scattering.
… Continue readingFreedom

Falling
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Textbook
… Continue readingTwo Poems

Paksiw and Recollections
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We Are Someone’s Torch
… Continue readingTwo Poems