poems
THE 2007 JUAN DELA CRUZ
The changing frontiers of Juan dela Cruz’s mindset have been prevalent since the sharp political changes were made by pure will. As the year closes, a glint of hope is seen anew for his country especially that indifference has become a customary reaction to the...
THE ROCKING CHAIR
For my grandfather, the late Paul Mapangdol, Sr. Some of the best conversations in life happen when it’s the last. At twenty, he was able to have the best one to leave an imprint in his life. It was with his grandfather. On the shore, they were facing the setting sun....
THE SEDENTARY LIFE OF JUAN DE LA CRUZ
An ordinary eye cast upon this country’s common people yields a conclusion that we are all unconsciously tired. We may even be depressed at the conscious thought of being tired. These are our storylines: ignorance to wisdom, sadness to happiness, emptiness to meaning,...
DAD, WHAT DOES A TREE LOOK LIKE?
At last: Juan has a child with whom he tells stories at bedtime. He fidgeted, swallowed and stared at his daughter’s expectant eyes. Brown eyes as they are, he thought of an answer, snuggled in bed with her, and began telling her a story back when the land was still...
DESTINATION: LAKE DRIVE
Wanna ride? From all society’s minds the riders come Split identities by morality, Reputation and earthly cravings. Angels by morning, Vampires by night. Sons of their ancestors they are Whose backs are bare And whose faces unseen. Come on, where the journey starts...
IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER
You blinded my insight with the plot that yielded my passion’s recesses. You gagged my mouth as you poured the essence of my deliverance. In darkness and in flames, you scorched my holiness. You bound my blessing with a sacred...