Borda sa Kasingkasing “Needlework of the Heart”

Gitahi nakon sin dagom, ang gisi ko nga kasingkasing, hinay-hinay nga gihugtan sa alondres sa gugma. Gisubay nakon ang mga buslot sa kakuyop, usa-usang gitaklapan sin tela sa kalig-on. Gipamiling ang hungaw nga hain gikan ang mga luha, tahion nakon, hangtod sa ada pa. I stitched my torn heart, with a needle, slowly fastening it …

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When Golds Grow on Trees

Summery scent, of damp clay and grasses, on humid mornings and hot afternoons. Plump and green, nurtured in rich soil, bore from love and labor —trees bent down to the ground. Hand-picked, select of seasoned-hands, wrapped away from light, until yellow as the sun. Tease me, by your orange and yellows, fed by tart and …

A Night in April

Alone within the dome of wonders, innumerous specks of light shattered above the horizon. Cotton-clouds afloat above inky clouds, and set behind tall towers of gray clouds. Random flashes of silent lightning —lit on the far edges of the Earth. Evening star, in piercing gleam, but not to the golden crown of night's full moon. …