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A Jar of Starlight: Now Available for Download via Scribd

"A Jar of Starlight" Cover Art by Wilhelmina Alba-Contreras Cover Photography by Midge K. Manlapig
“A Jar of Starlight”
Cover Art by Wilhelmina Alba-Contreras
Cover Photography by Midge K. Manlapig

For those of you looking for something new to read with which to end one year and start another, here’s some great news: you can now purchase my e-book A Jar of Starlight via Scribd:  Click the link below to check out and buy:

https://www.scribd.com/doc/284485032/A-Jar-of-Starlight

The e-book is currently priced at US$ 2.99 (approximately PhP 140.98) per PDF download via Scribd; payments via PayPal.

Given that I am currently setting up my website, it will soon be available through the online store along with my pending 2016 releases Half (Second Quarter – 2016; in progress) and Fairy Tales from the Other Side (Third Quarter – 2016; in progress with the first story The Prince of Snows serialized through this blog).

So, please help support my work and that of artist Wilhelmina Alba-Contreras by purchasing A Jar of Starlight.

Here’s to more poems and definitely more stories in the coming year.  Bash on, lovelies!

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Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Memoir

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“The Old Underwood” – BGC, 03 May 2018

remembering
how the
keys
clacked and
tapped and
stuck
at times
and the
frustration
of first
drafts
and ideas
struggling
to be
born.

and i
remember the
little girl
at her
desk
and the
tears
that fell
when the
tales
refused to
spin.

and now:
there are
lighter
keys to
play
and the
screen
awaits a
hand
and a
heart
and a
head
to spin
to tell
a tale;
and i
smile
remembering the
little girl
i was
and let
the story
flow.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Mawar

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“A Flurry of Roses” – BGC, 03 May 2018

the roses
of summer
are quick
to wilt
to melt
to burn
in the
heat
that scorches
the air.

but
even as
they languish
their perfume
lingers
heavy in
the air
like a
lover’s hand
on one’s
shoulder
or a
kiss
on one’s
lips
long after
goodbyes
were said.

and
in sweet
melancholy
i sit
and sip
wine
sweet and
cold and
crisp
on my
tongue;
a toast
to one
far away.

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Aislamiento

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Detail from one of Spanish-Filipino artist Fernando Zobel’s ‘Serie Negra’ ink paintings, c 1959-1962 (Ayala Museum)

stand alone
and close
your ears
to the
deafening
wagging of
tongues
around you:
you cannot
expect
the world
to understand
let alone
accept
who you
are
who you
choose
to be.

pity party
they say,
drama-rama
they say:
you are
always wrong
they are
always right –
but
it doesn’t
have to
be
that way.

what do
they know
why do
they care;
leave them
to their
mediocrity
to their
psychobabble
to their
envy
and hate
and ire
and spite.

go
on your
way;
there is
nothing wrong
with you;
be yourself
be true
to yourself
and let
the world
go hang.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

Kemungkinan

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“The Two Fridas” – Frida Kahlo, 1939

maybe
i’m not
the ideal
you have
in mind.

i am:
short-tempered
ill-favoured
hopelessly neurotic;
terminally anxious,
world-weary,
disillusioned
by life
by love
by too
many disappointments.

plump
as the
proverbial partridge;
awkward;
two left
feet
and a
voice
like a
banshee;
short-sighted,
older than
you –
and that
can’t be
right.

and yet:
there is
poetry
in my
soul,
tenderness
in my
heart;
a listening
ear,
and hands
that heal;
and eyes
that see
the goodness
the kindness
in you.

and how
despite
the distance
i can
reach out
and talk
to you
in the
mornings
about life
and all
its possible
meanings.

but:
is it
enough
is it
not enough
to spark
to kindle
a flame
in you?

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

One Million Things

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i have
a million
things
to say:
ideas
bubbling up
from the
depths
of my
mind,
emotions
spilling over
from my
heart.

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unsure
if i
can talk
can write
can sing
them out
of my
system;
i wonder
if they
will shock
will awe
will hurt
will annoy
will force
others
to think
to laugh
to mock
to judge
to try –
at the
very least –
to understand.

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i have
a million
things
to say:
but will
the world
listen
or simply
in its
ignorance
turn away?

(Author’s Note: The images in this particular entry are details of the late Filipino-American artist Pacita Abad‘s 2002 painting I Have One Million Things to Say. Abad and her work are the focus of an upcoming exhibition at the DLSU-CSB Museum of Contemporary Art and Design (MCAD) in Manila. The exhibition is curated by MCAD director and curator Joselina Cruz and Pacita Abad’s nephew London-based artist Pio Abad. Pacita Abad: A Million Things to Say will run from 12 April to 1 July 2018.)

 

 

 

 

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Pengorbanan

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“The Tools of Betrayal and Denial” – Alabang, 29 March 2018

you might
ask:
at what
price
our salvation,
at what
cost
our redemption?

is it:
a paltry
thirty pieces
of tainted
silver
paid to
a traitor,
a wolf
amongst the
sheep?

is it:
the denial
by a
friend
who swore
upon his
sword
to defend
his lord
only to
flee
into the
shadows
at the
first sign
of trouble?

no:
we were
bought
from bondage
with the
blood
of the
innocent;
we were
freed
from sin
by the
suffering
of one
who gave
himself,
of one
who died
that we
may live
a life
everlasting.

a man –
a god –
the son
of god
of whom
it was
said:
“i find
no fault
in this
just man.”

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Encrucijada

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“Down This Path” – Cebu, 12 November 2018

unsure
as to
which path
to take:
feeling lost
and at
odds
with myself
debating
to stay
to stray
to turn
away.

overwhelmed
by the
weariness
and the
unceasing
demands made
by the
world –
wanting to
feel needed:
yet
wanting to
lie abed
for a
spell.

seeking rest
but finding
none
and at
odds
to simply
stop
or doggedly
go on.