I Wish I Was A Rampaging Queen

Sunday, February 21, 2016

View from the Cebu International Golf and Resort, Cebu, Philippines

Taken at Panagsama, Moalboal, Cebu, Philippines

Friday, February 19, 2016

Extra Fine Blue

I've disappeared

Misty vapors

Into my day to day

Existence

Sporadically

Flickering

Towards reality

Animated

My mind

A blank canvas

With knotted

Imperfections

Occasionally

Painted with

Extra fine blue

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Sometimes

With the light fingers

Of consciousness

But there are times

When the hand

Is heavy with lunacy

Piercing through

Gut wrenching

Thoughts

Wavering

On the line

Between

Inner and outer

Characters

Internally

Craving solitude

Outwardly

An outgoing

Life force

Conflicted

I am

Quite comfortable

In my own skin

But is my skin

Comfortable with me?

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

The Tsinilas

The motorbikes go

Vrrrrm, vrrrrrmm, vrrrrrrmmm

Behind me, loud fumes

Reach my nostrils, my ears

The constant blaring

Of horns, so normal

Oh so normal here

Like the sun, the sweat

The tsinilas

Saturday, February 6, 2016

1 AM Run

Fluorescent light

My reassurance

Shines down on me

Through leaves

Disgracefully

Flirting

With the bats

That flit

Above my head

I'm fascinated

By what I can't see

I've missed the bus

I wait to catch

The 1 am run

To the badlands

While

A love song plays

In the background

That's all they ever

Play here

Exhausted

And aching

I fantasize of

My cold bed

Instead yellow

Plastic chairs

Cut into my ribs

My bony wrist

Pretending

To be a pillow

I hear my blood

Pumping loudly in my ears

I'm surrounded

By curiosity

I can see

The question marks

In bright neon

Blinking on and off

On their foreheads

Watching me

As I

Watch them

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Raspberries and Drupes

She made her way

Unseen

Plain vanilla

On the rockiest road

Chocolate chips

Staring in the distance

At the sherbet sky

Shuffling steps

Unrehearsed

Heel toeing their way

Through marshy pitfalls

And nutty aggravations

Her peach tinted lips

Mouthing words

To a song

Unheard

Inside

Unknown

She glittered

With swirls

Of raspberries

And drupes

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Gnarled

Limbs stretched wide

Shielding and protecting

I sit beneath

Happily content

Knowing

You are there

#15wordsaday

Friday, December 11, 2015

Thursday, December 10, 2015

The News

The dark

Seductively called her name

She welcomed its comfort

With opened arms

He's dead

In the cold

Dank blackness

Of her mind

The news

Collapsed

Like a heavy stone

Spiraling down

Into grey gloppy matter

Leaving both

The sensations

Of devastation

And elation

She huddled

Fetal position

Face buried amid

Elbows and knees

Hands spotless

She was pleased

Wild eyes

Staring through

Inky skies

Sparkled with

Starry hope

She didn't have

To tie the rope

Between them

The dropped shoe

They both knew

Vengeance

Was due

The corners

Of her bow shaped lips

Twitched

Into a feral grin

Tonight

She will celebrate

With her old friends

Tonic and Gin

He's dead

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

This is the moringa oleifera or what the locals in PI call kamunggay or malunggay. Most everyone grows this wonderful tree in their yard. Though delicate and fragile looking they are packed with vitamins, minerals and antioxidants, it's considered a superfood. They add the tiny green leaves to soups, omelettes, spaghetti as well as other dishes. They are delicious! The pods that grow from the trees are also edible, the first year's growth but subsequent growths become bitter over time. I haven't had the pleasure of trying the pods yet but I will eventually. Yummy stuff!

Nature's Columns

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Island Sunset

I kneel

In reverence

Savoring the last

Of your golden touch

Before the moon

Caresses me

With her

Incandescence

Native Tongue

They spoke to me

In their native tongue

Of the birds

And all of nature