This Game We Play

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

by Jonathan Reyes Atop a padded mattress, Our aching backs Hunch over manes and crowns. Ponderous breaths invade the silent space: Half yours, half mine. I wonder if you have a plan As you move forward a square inch. My own is to watch this Dance of hands – To

My Mother’s Closet

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

by Jonathan Reyes I turn the handle and the door Resists a moment before opening Like a delicate jewelry box. Then in. Scrub tops and striped sweaters hang Empty, save for the wire-thin hangers Like the frail shoulders they draped over Just before the Christmas of ’94. They have long

Tamarind Soup

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

by Lingling M. Claver I’m cooking tamarind fish soup the halibut is milky white I peel a pretty onion– a pearly orb of sweetness then slice a thumb of ginger ‘to a handful of pungent slivers I burst the heart of a hot tomato And cut a bunch of bright

If You Take the Bus

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

by Lingling M. Claver If you take the two fifty bus to Horseshoe Bay on Georgia Street, you will sit next to Shirley, Cindy or Carol. Before you cross the span of Lions Gate the bus will stop for Manang Belen, Cora or Ate Nita. They will sit quietly, or gaze out the window,

Glimpses

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

by Jim Pascual Agustin 1 You were once nothing but quivering dots of light that came together then broke apart over and over in the watery world of ultrasound. Floating, no, swimming in your separate oceans, each as big as a bowl of rice. That’s when we learned you were

Stepping Over the Dead

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

All Saints Day by Jim Pascual Agustin The first November sunset extinguished after a day of light rain. Voices rise in the groping darkness amid candles too many to count. The slopes of this crowded public cemetery on the side of a hill is a restless mass today as the

Bugtong

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

by Jim Pascual Agustin Dagat na walang tubig, ragasa ng tunog na bumubuwag, bumubuo, bumubuwag, bumubuo ng mga siyudad at kaparangan ng ulap, bulong na humahagod sa malalamig na bintana sa bawat silid. Pinagyayakap ang mga sanga, pinaglalayag ang mga dahon, pinalalayo, pinalalapit ang mga tinig pinahihigpit ang kapit ng

The Sound Before Water

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

for Cristina Hidalgo by Jim Pascual Agustin the sound just before water reaches the end of a tap when you are about to wash your hands is not much different from that deep breath you take in before diving but you don’t hear it because it is not your breath

Needles Missing Your Spine

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

by Jim Pascual Agustin Your belly button sticks out like the tip of someone’s fat nose through a hole in the wall. You laughed. You know this could be our last conversation? That nurse wants to sleep with me. She’s jealous of you so round and immobile, getting all this

In Half-Light

23 Mar No Comments Geejay Issue 42, Poems

for Hope Sandoval by Jim Pascual Agustin There is a well that holds more than water more than coins tossed in the arc of a wish more than damp whispers falling in concentric circles. The sun cannot stare too long into the heart of this well without feeling dizzy or

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