Akala ko pinatay ko na tong ipis na to. Buhay pa pala. Parang pag-ibig.
— (via lahatngbagayparangpagibig)
AFTER THREE LINES FROM REXROTH’S A HUNDRED POEMS FROM THE JAPANESE
Do not smile that way
Like a mountain with a white cloud
passing across it.
People can tell we have just made
love in the comfort room
—Arvin Abejo Mangohig
MOSTLY IN MONSOON WEATHER
Mostly in monsoon weather
I can’t remember
If it was you or another
The air was thick
The hours were slow
So we went out of hiding
We scanned the sky
And only found smudged watercolor
Just another rumor of rain
I held your hand
But even love felt clammy
Under the weather
The canals choked
The sidewalks sulked
Simply no shelter from rain
Was it you then
Held my hand
In the dusk, in the swelter
The clouds parted
The moon came out
Just another omen of rain
—Marne L. Kilates
“Nothing, truly?” The Genie was doubtful.
“You don’t understand,” Kate said. “I’ve my books, my bookstore, and Adam and his guitar. I think anything else would seem excessive.” She thought for a moment. “On second thought, could you move that mountain for me? Adam likes sunsets. We don’t get them from here -”
“Done.”
And the ground shifted.
(via ratmanprimate)
