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Poetry
Earl Grey
I taste this morning
in sweat dripping from my brow
black tea leaves and me.
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Sore
pulled taut against bones
weighed down by instant noodles
trembling excess
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Swallow
You made an imperfect heart
in my mocha latte.
It was beautifully imperfect.
It was perfectly flawed.
The dragon I am
swallowed
the heart
the sweetness
the bitterness
in one quick gulp.
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Cruel Month
August is cruel
baking the earth underneath
a blanket of haze.
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Where Trees Fall
Rich nutrients are locked away in fallen trees.
A treasure awaits release in fallen trees.
I harvest corpses: redwood, sycamore, pine, oak.
I cobble together tables from fallen trees.
Bay windows lined with birch watch the canopy wave.
An artificial forest without fallen trees.
Without coarse woody debris the cycle is halt-
edited out dried leaves, fungus spores, fallen trees.
Where trees fall, new growth, one life brings forth a thousand
a nebula, cradle, crafted from fallen trees.
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Book Review of To Love As Aswang
On August 1, 2016, my review of To Love As Aswang appeared on the Halo-Halo Review.
To read that review, please click here.
To buy the book, please click here.
I adore this book. I am not saying this because I was asked to. To be honest, I asked to be a reviewer simply because I loved Diwata so much that I could not wait to read the next collection by Reyes.
By the by, I would like to announce that I am now taking book review requests. If there is a book you believe I or anyone should read, please provide a suggestion below. Thank you.
