Nick Deocampo explores queer identity in poetry collection
Filmmaker and historian Nick Deocampo is stepping into deeply personal literary territory with the release of Shards of Desire , a four-volume poetry…
DT · · 2 min read
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Filmmaker and historian Nick Deocampo is stepping into deeply personal literary territory with the release of Shards of Desire , a four-volume poetry…
DT · · 2 min read

Love is not reciprocal It is unconditional Love is blind to the peripheral It sees only the essential.
Bernie V. Lopez · · 3 min read

From the poetry collection "I've lived 100 times, and I've died 200 times."
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

Sweet summer’s kiss arrives In flurries of golden hues, Banishing away the cold From simpering icy blues.
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

National Artists Virgilio S. Almario, Bienvenido Lumbera and Cirilo Bautista have been Talaang Ginto winners
DT · · 1 min read
She does not write poems with ink or line breaks. Instead, she composes them with wood scraps, pencil stubs, perfume bottles, mirrors and fragments of lived…
Danie Taub · · 4 min read

From the poetry collection "I’ve Lived 100 Lives, and I’ve Died 200 Times."
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

Slivers of morning catch In morning dew. Sleep-encrusted eyes Gaze up adoringly at you. Your hair, a nest where I can Make a home, And your skin, I trace Like…
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

Full of heartache's song and insipid cries, Thus mine love in forlorn chambers lie. Never daring to rouse and awake within, Accepting of bleak, morose,…
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

Of sunsets, kisses, and whispered words, This love unravels its strands and unfurls. Branching out and reaching my heart, Unbearing, unaccepting of worlds…
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

Green canopies and orange sunlight, A beacon for Eros' arrows of might, And within the eye of gentle morn, A spark of perfection, cradled and born. Snapshot…
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

Sing to me, A throat that Bleeds. A voice silenced, Either by force Or by virtue of Position.
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

My face is a combination of all the faces of my ancestors. My mother's friend sliced some tomatoes for me when i was a kid, and I've loved tomatoes since then.…
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read

A lone sparrow flies through the sky, each outstretched wing a blade. The sky is not cut, but the air slices, ripples, lands on my skin. The flight of that…
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 4 min read

LAHAT-HALA: Mga tinig ng Pilipino, para sa kapwa Pilipino. Isang creative writing project ng Dyaryo Tirada.
DT · · 2 min read

A lesson I learned is that poetry, even as crude as mine, can be learned by anyone, particularly if one is as tongue-tied as me.
Bing Matoto · · 4 min read
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Love does not come When a rose blooms, And warmth spreads Across cheeks—watercolour Painted by a caress of the Fingertips.
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read
Lumunok siya, Hibla ng damit, Unti-unting hinila Mula sa kamisetang Matagal nang Nalalanta, para Tumahimik, kumakalam Na sikmura.
Amelia Clarissa de Luna Monasterial · · 1 min read
