For the Lovers in Falluja

30 Jun No Comments Geejay Issue 43, Poems

by Luis H. Francia     and the red flees for the sea and the corner with its back against the pockmarked wall cries out to the coroner in the hall, there’s a dead girl in my arms, whose singing was her glory and her charm. and the sleuth asked,

Twice, I Forgot

29 Jun No Comments Geejay Issue 43, Poems

(7-9) by Eileen R. Tabios     I forgot appreciating a delicadeza moonlight as much as any long-haired maiden. I forgot the liberating anonymity allowed by travel: Mindanao, Berlin, Melbourne, Amsterdam, Istanbul became hours requiring no count. *** I forgot you dreaming I saw myself seeing myself. Objectively, I saw

Thrice, I Forgot

29 Jun No Comments Geejay Issue 43, Poems

by Eileen R. Tabios   I forgot to freeze the spiral that is memory’s perspective. I forgot you losing all Alleluias. I forgot Andalusia, where duende also insisted on “living life as if dreaming.” *** I forgot we accepted a colonizer’s alphabet in exchange for electricity. I forgot the classic

Lessons of a Tree

29 Jun No Comments Geejay Issue 43, Poems

by Luis H. Francia     …I ascribed a mystical power to the tree, and in this urgent need to live, I worshipped it like a pagan.      —Carlos Bulosan How will I worship you, Tree? Let me pause, praise you Let my hymn and song be water for your days,

Field Lesson

29 Jun No Comments Geejay Issue 43, Poems

by Luis H. Francia     We decay not in Time but out of it. For the hours, busy bees, Having sipped from us Our nectar, will Move on to the next. From Tattered Boat (University of the Philippines Press, 2014), the latest poetry collection of Luis H. Francia. All

The Reprieve

29 Jun No Comments Geejay Issue 43, Poems

by Luis H. Francia     The day is mad with flowers      mad with hibiscus and hydrangea. Out of Earth’s ears pour jasmine and daisies, from Earth’s many mouths, the language of violet, rose and honeysuckle, song of sunflower and marigold, pomegranate poem and mango Sing, blossom! Hum, bird! Praise,

From the Diary of a Suicide Bomber

29 Jun No Comments Geejay Issue 43, Poems

by Luis H. Francia     On the morrow it will all be gone, is that true? Is it true paradise beckons, a promise come true? If it weren’t true, if it were false, will it be false Pride before the fall, the pride that undercuts us all? How now

On the Hong Kong Underground

29 Jun No Comments Geejay Issue 43, Poems

by Luis H. Francia     A man sat, he Needed to sit, I did not. He was fat, I was fit. I had hair, He had none. I smirked, he stared, his stare Came close to being a glare. He acted tough, put out—had I Misjudged his fat, Offended

Cherry Blossoms in the Time of Earthquakes and Tsunami

29 Jun No Comments Geejay Essays, Issue 43

Part II by Rey Ventura Editor’s note: The author is a resident of Yokohama, Japan. The following is a reprint from a manuscript for publication. It is featured in three parts with permission from the author. For the beginning of the 3-part series, click here. 20. I wake up early

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