my teeth are missing

once we hear the rustlesof plastic bag, the heavy footsteps of my dad tired from a day-long toil, we know it's here. the treat we call Indian mangoes. Kings ofPhilippines summer (inhouses where cheaper varieties were considered best) dressed in grass-greenits flesh more honey than vinegar. if you're luckyat its center you may getyour own…

steady anchor

As of the moment You surely know how our hands feel powerless, as if we sailed too far from our familiar land, stuck amidst the blue vast sea of uncertainty we are not sure how deep, how long will this salted wilderness be. An anchor weighs heavy yet can keep ships steady amidst a brutal…

little girls with chocolate cake feet

A two-minute quick sprint out of a wooden house with wiggling eight-step stairs ("our" because we live there, but is not really ours at all) and I and my two sisters are out of reach of our mom's arms carrying the fourth young mouth of the family. Under a soft-roast summer noon, bare feet and little…

homebound

i have wandered far from Your loving bay, i believed alone i can pave my own way. step one, two, then three i walked away slowly from Your presence like a bird breaking free. not knowing never have You locked me inside of Your words and light, my God, bring me back. — 08.02.2017 ©2017…

Kilig sa Harana (Sweet Serenade): A Kasa*

Kilig sa Harana (Sweet Serenade): A Kasa Bawat indak ng gitara               Your guitar's dancing, in sweet strums ang daliri'y tumitipa                 with your fingers, lovely tune hums o pagsintang kay tamis            intense passion, so warm, so…

Burning Heart: A Tanaga*

Burning Heart: A Tanaga* Spring's warm sprays defrost cold heart Frozen veins wake up, restarts Your roots slowly crawls, take part Will you make heart a sweet art? I nurture, tend, rear, your pulps as you reveal bold red-striped bulbs stunned, dazed, amazed I gulp, heart's now burning with your love. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights…