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The Actions of the Fox

  © SSJ 1978    

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Fiasco

© 1978 SSJ Author’s Note: ‘Fiasco’ is one of five poems that form the collection Silent Verses. The collection, written under the pseudonym Dias was written in the period 1977-1978, during the martial law years of the Philippines, while the author was … Continue reading

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The Cattle Rustlers

the rain last night, –a misty leaden shield, ––had all but washed –––away the muddy field. ––––the green is greener now –––––the sky is deeper blue ––––––and the labyrinthine wood –––––––opens up to show ––––––––three stricken men, weary and furtive, –––––––––with eyes that … Continue reading

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Dark Skies

  Every once in a while, we break off from presenting our original works to share with you something profoundly awesome out there: the dark skies. And if you have a wanderlust for the wonders of the night skies, you know that … Continue reading

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Panda Alert!

It certainly would be a surprise to find a panda at one’s door! If you were in such a situation, what would you do? 🙂 The photo below is of Ibzy and Imzy, romancing the panda! No! Actually, they are simply … Continue reading

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This is not like it, the visions

    This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster: The boy now man cannot see the adult, his dreamer’s … Continue reading

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All before in the days

all before in the days the easter shells off me were peeled and out my umbilicus were yanked the rainbows cold a brave child i was blending like lizard lazy into rocks softer than the rim my days were of … Continue reading

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