Tag: Poetry from Davao

When I think of the wind

We isolate ourselves of lowly thinking, just the narrowness of the situation. The sadness of the night now unwantedly thrives from an uncertain goodbye— then light of the world loses sight from the distraught awakening of...

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First, we forget our names

for m How can a four-letter name be so long? Like learning for the first time the sound of m. Pressed lips. Air out nasal passageway. I have to forget it now, for what once sliced the earlobes with feathers now tickles it with...

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