Sunken Moon

she hears
the echo
of a sunken moon

Gray Skies

gray skies--
tonight
I miss the moon man

Oil Spill

suddenly
oil slick covers
the shorelines of Guimaras

Oil Spill

oil spill--
they hang
their beach seines

Her Silence

night strolling
her silence
makes me walk alone

In My Table

fish and rice
become scarer
in my table

August

August--
in my country
crows do not starve

Siren

siren sounded--
another air strike
is coming

Dugos

gintaw-an ko't
sangka kutsarang dugos,
gusto pa gid rang grapong sueodlan

Sa Tambak

sa Tambak
gapangeapaw sa pader
ro humbak

Warm Afternoon

warm afternoon
mother crushes between her thumbnails
a red mite

Dusk

dusk--
an old man
plucks a rose bud