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a solitary chord a floating sound a quiet sunday afternoon a green patch of grass a tamarind tree a hammock of slumber a waking boy a listening ear a longing heart a flick of the wrist a strum of the guitar a reluctant song a rising arpeggio a perfect octave a muted key a pause…

For Loss of Words (Sit Beside Me Still)

For Loss of Words (Sit Beside Me Still) — “The Caffeine Chronicles” Number 4. This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion.  You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one, pressed…

Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines (Video)

Andy Garcia reads Pablo Neruda. …What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though…

The Dreamer

The Dreamer by N. G. Tolentino from the Malate Literary Journal a sudden blackness came over him dousing his spirits like sand on fire he found himself sometimes drowsing in suffocating heat to the steady, familiar rhythms and voices that gave them tongue faces lurked in the shadows, swirling like figures obscured in snow playing…

Silence and I

JUST WANTED TO share this odd but beautiful piece about love, math (go figure) and the economy of words. An acquaintance passed it on to me and it had since been quietly passed on from friend to friend to friend. The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel In an effort to get people to look into…

Pangungulila

Published by the Malate Literary Journal when I was a college sophomore, this is my interpretation of Rolando Carbonell in the local dialect. Pangungulila Minabuti ko ang mapag-isa dahil alam kong ang kawalang-kibo ay ugat ng pagkabahala ng aking puso.  Dahil alam kong sa pananatiling bulag ay patuloy akong gagambalain at pasasakitan ng nakaraan.  Alam…

Light Years and Love Lost in the Oleanders

Three years ago, I stumbled upon this brilliant poem.  Written by a relative unknown, it’s breathtaking imagery lingered long enough that it became the inspiration for “For Loss of Words (Sit Beside Me Still).” Light Years and Love Lost in the Oleanders By Alane Rollings Does my voice reach you? You are as silent as…