Like My Father

Published in WriterSkill’s CB chapbook, Mist Connections. Grab a copy for 150 pesos!

They say you fall in love with someone like your father, the same way my mother fell in love with someone who does not know of the word romance. Almost meeting at the same place, caught in the wrong time, they were lucky that their story was bookmarked on the same page.

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Moonshine (n)
— liquor
— foolish thought or talk; nonsense





How To Write Poetry

You don’t know how many times
I’ve scrapped these first few lines
because all I’m writing are clichés.
I’m trying to hard to rhyme
or looking for enough time
or trying to sound sublime.
I struggle to find the right metaphors
to make sense of the puzzle pieces
just to end up with blistered fingers
from the jagged fragments.
Sometimes I think
too much with my head
too little with my heart
because that’s when the words
flow more graciously.


Reach for Infinity

Dedicated to my dear friend, Pauline Sahagun. Belated 18th!

When we were young
we learned how to count:
one, two, three…
counting until we run out of fingers
and we continue with our toes.
We continue with the books we read
the crayons we colored with
the forts we built
with the scraped knees
and the grazed elbows
and with the shooting stars
that continue to kiss the night sky.
Soon we started counting the seconds
the full moons
the cups of coffee
the heartbreaks
and the hours spent poring over textbooks
instead of fairytales.
Hours turned to days
turned to months
turned to years
instead of counting the days left
count the minutes you’ve spent breathing
count the laughter instead of tears
count the blessings instead of failures
count the friends instead of enemies
count the stars,
as impossible as it may be.


Mr. Sandman

In the middle of the night
tossing and turning
not a wink turned to sleep
even when I tried counting sheep.
“Where is he?” I cried.
“Oh dear Mr. Sandman,
please creep into my bed tonight.”
Sprinkle those sand
make my lids grow heavy
turn these words into Zzzz’s
turn the darkness into dreams
let me escape this reality.



Why am I so willing
to expose myself to you?
to reveal my deepest secrets
to bare my rawest emotions
to show you my vulnerability

Why am I so willing
to give everything to you?
my every thought
my every corner
from my neck to my knees
every bat of an eyelash
the butterflies in my stomach
every stolen glance

Why am I so willing
to spend my time with you?
trading in my sleep
taking every chance
to hold your hand
to have my head upon your chest
to hear your heartbeat
match my breath
and to feel your heart
close to mine

Please tell me
why you?