A Father Poem Do stories ever befool children? Blood was invading my head when you return from work your shirt was a fragile tobacco...

Zehra a lasting breath that folds my heart migrate me from the far maps on your breast zehra, your solitude blanching my eyes write me on...

Samaira Samaira takes her morning coffee black; the bitter burn a test match for her tongue to swing defences and offences back and...

Spin the Bottle Before There was no romantic kiss at the station. The sky stood a uniform grey, sentinel the day he left. His suitcase...

BEFORE transcend the sky baby we were so high blinded by our love everything orbited around us stars twinkling in our eyes limitless and...

Before Sinking Bitterness in silence, failure chronicled by my own hand, nails carving into the surface, etching my collected...

Before, you were “He loves me”, as I picked the maze of petals from a rose. I thought you could never love me not. A warm hug, the brush...

thought exercise in the short time left pre-war imagine: a big atom bomb coming towards home on a midsummer evening. let me tell you the...

How to Eat an American Mango Slice two mango boats away from the bone. Cut its flesh into a checkerboard-- Each juicy square is a piece...

This absent forgetting This absent forgetting of the heart; this slight disrespect to the curvature of my love The way your hands glaze...

All you can measure Two black holes; I am, i am spiraling towards an infinite pool - of matter, or how it matters, or the mingling of...

Waterfall Moments If it were possible I would have lived in that moment. I would have folded my shirts, Bought new socks Packed my bags...

Weighing Words The words are weighed on my tongue a delicate measurements taken to see if this one is too heavy and will sink, if those...

Twenty Six Seconds You could set a timer From the second we separate, To when I shatter Like a windshield. Press start as soon as your...

Hiraeth I knew my iPhone could not capture the magic of the trees shrouded in hoarfrost: the aftermath of ice fog that descended from the...

A Benefice Recedes Between wolves, a distance howls with longing. I did not climb the mountain (that day) I saw ravages of plague and...

Nashira is an Afro-Pinay/Polynesian artist & activist from Cebu. She uses art as a weapon to champion for the rise & recognition of women...

Ghost Dendrophylax lindenii The Ghost Orchid is a perennial epiphyte of the orchid family. Other names include the palm-polly and the...

Storm Songs I've always had a soft spot for songs about rain, the pitter-patter of a little black rain cloud dripping on my head, in...

Maybe You Deserve This You should have the flannelette. These bedsheets are cold, like the well-meaning words of acquaintances. Their...