Monthly Archives: June 2014

Poem from two years ago finally finds a home

Two years ago I saw my family and friends back home in Manila. It had been three years since the massive flood and things looked a lot better, but there were still traces of the devastation. I’ll write about that later, if I get the chance.

It was sore saying goodbye again, particularly to the little ones. Since then I have been revising and rewriting (are those not the same?) this poem and I think now I can let go of it. Aerodrome has accepted and published it today. It will also appear in my forthcoming book, A THOUSAND EYES (UST Publishing House).

CLICK HERE TO READ  “POEM FOR AKI.”

Please leave a comment whether you like the poem or not. 🙂

Maraming salamat, AERODROME!

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Three Now Alive on DEAD SNAKES

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Most places that accept poetry often have a note that they only accept unpublished material. A lot of my poems in previous books would love to find new readers in other homes and so it is a joy to find places like DEAD SNAKES.

Three poems from ALIEN TO ANY SKIN just got accepted there. Please visit DEAD SNAKES and leave a comment to show your support.

Enjoy!

 

 


Review: A Place of Myth and Wonder

I should start writing book reviews again. If you have a book of poetry or know of someone who would like his/hers reviewed – I shall try to give a fair reading and feedback at the very least, if not a proper review. Bit tight with time at the moment.

Kalatas: Philippine Literature, Culture, and Ideas

by Jim Pascual Agustin

"Dalawang Pulgada at Tubig" by Emmanuel Q. Velasco (UST Publishing House, 2011)  “Dalawang Pulgada at Tubig”
by Emmanuel Q. Velasco
(UST Publishing House, 2011)

There are poets who take a lifetime to find a voice of their own. They begin as no more than mimics of others they have read or were taught to admire. Young poets tend to be snagged by rhymes or too much philosophy. Some get caught up in an eternal spiral of personal demons and whimsical indulgences. Often it takes them many years to find a unique way of seeing things, of expressing particular emotions, of capturing that elusive moment, that they can claim as truly theirs alone.

Many will either give up writing altogether or continue to delude themselves that they have indeed perfected their craft. Some will persevere through the years and, perhaps with luck, find a voice that may not stand out but is nonetheless worth hearing.
And then there are…

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