patawad, Pilipinas (forgive me, Philippines)

Patawad, Pilipinas Hindi ako makakaboto bukas. Ang mga paa ko’y nakaapak sa isang malayong landas. Kumakayod para sa pamilyang hugutan ng lakas. Subalit, Pilipinas, dinig ko ang iyong hikbi. Umiiyak din ang aking puso, na para bang ako’y sawi sa nakikitang mga pangalang sa malamang ay magwawagi. Oo, Pilipinas, mahina ako sa Filipino. Sa simpleng […]

postal code stamps

Our tongues are dancing muscles sprinkled with the magic dust of languages, as if before birth we’re treated on a buffet of diverse dialects and accents where we select how our mouths will circle and arch to utter each twisted word’s lyrical march, but pause and place your vein-hand in the middle of your breasts, […]

words’ way

Perhaps, there is, maybe, a biological malfunction in me, instead of a mouth singing to the tune of bell-voiced hymns the language of my soul speaks not with dust-tongued shrieks but with the dancing lettered-runes under a smiling owl-light moon, tiptoeing from my scarlet muscle-cave flowing, twirling with each brainwave until they reach the tip of […]

fading murmurs (a villanelle)

Soft murmurs say the end is near, this earth will crumble, disappear. Will you let your story end here? Mouths gurgling aged, frozen beer, choosing to leave peace’s hemisphere. Soft murmurs say the end is near, tired earth sinks under cloud of fear, birds choke with vows so insincere, will you let your story end […]

f l u i d f a i t h

Feeble waves made of infant dusk’s soft wind, liquid mirror glows with sunset’s pastel rind. Fallen plumeria floats, decaying but still blooming, faith, be fluid like water — rippling, shape-shifting, unending. 04.10.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Chelsea Audibert on Unsplash Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Water, Water Everywhere . 

v i r t u o s o

virtuoso, oh no, i am no ace of (many) no’s, i am not numb (yet) against spades of (vicious) no’s, but I’ve my shield of self-belief,  just enough to help me swallow (sharp) eyes menacing, (brute) words piercing, (twisted) life unveiling, on my own. 03.18.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash […]

e x c h a n g e g i f t

Words are the gifts I have always wanted for myself. They are my bars of chocolates, my calorie-free slices of cheesecake. My words is the gift I can give to the world. Carefully wrapped in thin papers of prayer — stamped with a wish that they reach the soul who needed them the most even […]

in seven stanzas

i There are two not singing Asian koehls dancing to the tune of April drizzle, playing with brown, and a bit smaller mynahs. ii The plane above looked c     r      a     w      l     i     n      g , ever so s l o w l y , […]

evening snake

Where is my home? Outside, the evening snake is lit, on right it’s filled with patches of white, on left it’s a strawberry jam of red. Wait, perhaps, it’s not a snake, it is but, a curved paved skin of earth, where tiny, tiny, earthlings who think they own the world, are scrambling inside their […]