Peb 11, 2017

Set my lab

Set my lab for your new lab partner
Treat with ether
We’ve gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain’t kids no more
If you’re ready, if you’re ready
If you’re ready, nengw’ enamabala
Ingonyama nengw’ enamabala
Ingonyama nengw’ enamabala
From the day we arrive on the planet
And, blinking, step into the sun

Peb 6, 2017

Nebulizer Duet

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii sa lansangan
Kung gumiriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ka ng langgam

Mamà, mamàng namamangkà
Pasakayin yariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiing sa Maynilà

Ipagpalit sa manikà
Ale, aleng namamayong

Pasukubin yariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii riii riii

Ene 16, 2017

Joy of the mountain

Spread out three buckets of oregano cuttings. Cut two from the San Francisco then planted these where I used to burn leaves under the guise of boiling water. Two ashitaba sprouts placed where the blue flowers had withered. One papaya’s nearing knee-height as its eldee approaches the hip. The atis stands. The black pepper and the parent ashitaba continue to climb, about a yard and a half from each other.

A good time to weed. The mulch spots could be improved, packed, covered with peelings, manila paper, grass cuttings, then fronds (the new one in front would benefit from more raking). Calamansi and kamuning seedlings might then be placed over one of the mulches, freeing up the first plot for loosening and fertilization.

Should put the girls’ stones and shells back where they belong.

Ene 14, 2017


Feet so calloused they came across as hooves.
Off to extend limbs as dancers do,
Touching only other dancers, grasping at

Our grasp of jointed arcs. Atop baser stages,
Flickers peeked from righteousness we threw
On luckless spittle. Away from the blacker cabinets

And out into the moist coals of traffic,
Our cheeks stuffed, necks and torsos tied to
Cushions with nylon belts, twinned

With approval from the houses. A pig sniffs
Into its share of the dog’s day, but see if we quit
Cooling it with timed whips of water. See

That you press an ad for a hundred and twenty-
Five talents and managers against the bulb,
That we might trace from the inverse a

Demand for parlor excellence, for
Clean-shavers of foreshanks, and so pour these
Artists onto the red of sidestreets,

Naked flanks of country. Matter freed of wind
Soon hoarded and clipped, braced with thin bamboo
Or sheet metal. Such that a summary of color

Follows, with nowhere to stroke but up,
With as much hope in this jar as the room we make
For a child-friendly pair of scissors.

Dis 11, 2016


Auntie uprooted a papaya seedling for transfer to Los Baños. It came with alugbati, aloe vera, some braided dracaena. Feared for the dracaena because it’s been going on water. Aside from some thyme and mint propped on dad’s old green bottle, I’m not willing to care for more water roots. Algae, mosquitoes. The plant would have to learn soil.

It’s been up for a week, fed mostly by the rain. But it’s been windy too and this seems to have taken its toll on the papaya, its larger leaves shed, the smaller ones intact but downcast. It’s bowed but still up on a patch cleared of mulch, four strides from the young atis.

Enough wire and palm stalk to secure the atis with a tomato cage. With enough left for one more cage, should the papaya survive.