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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 Music = Magic, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Where the Song Ends

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“Emptiness” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

empty
dance floor
and the
crowd
has gone
and only
you
and i
are left
in this
space.

black
and white;
ebony
and ivory:
two sides
of the
same coin
as we
have always
seemed.

and you
begin
to play
a song
you wrote
for some
strumpet
who played
with your
heart
and your
life
was in
jeopardy;
and i
feel
the heat
the rush
the surge
of anger
of envy
of hate
seething
in my
veins,
wanting to
track her
down
make her
pay
for your
tragedy…

but i
stop
all of
a sudden
and check
myself
and realise
there is
no need
there is
nothing –
really nothing –
and i
sigh
at the
melancholy
in the
room
as the
notes
flow on
knowing
that when
the song
ends
and you
open your
eyes
i’ll be
free…

i’ll be
gone.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

A Dream of Flight

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“On the Ground” – Mexico, Pampanga, 10 September 2017

too often
we find
ourselves
on the
ground
staring at
the skies
wistfully
while we
silently
bear the
pain
of broken
of clipped
wings.

and we
gaze
with envy
at those
who dare
to soar
knowing
too well
that they
made us
earthbound
with their
lies and
violence and
petty spite.

but silent
and patient
we remain
knowing
too well
how our
strength
will return
and that
we
will heal
and take
to the
skies
once more.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Greet the Tempest

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“Shoreline” – Boracay, 21 August 2017

traipsing
over these
golden sands
even as
the clouds
gather on
the horizon
like so
many
hissing
heckling
miserable
miasmic
old cassandras
and i
am blind
to the
threat
of rain:
relishing it
savouring it
awaiting it.

the waves
are gentle
at first
but gain
strength
and gain
force
and crash
and smash
as the
wind
grows from
a whisper
to a
roar.

i raise
my voice
triumphantly
as the
clouds
hide the
sun
and its
oppressive heat
one with
the thunder
one with
the lightning.

i await
the storm
on the
shore
as the
sea
roils in
a fury
shattering
the unsettling
calm.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Idirnasctha

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“Interconnected” – BGC Arts Centre, 03 May 2017

connect
the dots
the intertwining
lines
of fate
and see
the connections
betwixt
between
two souls:
look
how far
away
apart
they run.

bloodlines
laugh lines
fault lines
running through
it all
us all
möbius strips
looping
in endless
cycle
running in
opposite directions
only to
meet and
merge
once more.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Why Do We Even Run?

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“Country Road” – Tarlac, 17 September 2017

meandering
through these
country roads
watching
field and
wood and
hill
flying by
and the
loneliness
is strong
but my
wanderlust
is stronger
and i
drive on.

and i
think of
you
and your
journeys
that never
seem to
end
and i
wonder
why you
wander
why you
seem alone
despite the
crowds
milling ’round
you;
and i
wonder
why things
have to
go
your way
all the
time
and why
you insist
that your
path
is the
only right
path
and all
of us
are wrong.

and i
wonder
which of
us
is the
braver:
you who
would fly
to parts
unknown
but would
not
face up
to love;
or i
earthbound
and tied
to my
desk
but ready
to tell
you
the truth?

we can
run
we can
flee
but all
roads
lead to
love
in the
end.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

To Youth and Its Foolish Pride

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“As Loud as It Gets” – Makati, 25 August 2017

youth
be not
proud
for you
have not
lived;
and silence
your pompous
boasting
for your
triumphs
are hollow
and empty
and their
foundations
are weak.

seek not
to sneer
at the
different –
for you
judge
too quickly
for all
your noble
screeds
on diversity
and equality
and acceptance.

boast not
of your
beauty
when we
all know
of your
convoluted
overblown
overdone
overkill
nostrums
for face
and hair;
your cockamamie
diets
your hypocritical
workouts.

boast not
of your
brilliance
and be
humble
enough to
accept
even the
smallest
of tasks;
how else
will you
learn?

roll not
your eyes
remove
the sneer
the ironic
smirk
from your
face
lest the
world
smashes its
knuckles
into your
smugness
and you
are left
battered
broken
worthless.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

A Sense of Injustice

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“Roses for Remembrance” – Tarlac, 17 September 2017

look not
upon the
flaws
of my
mortal guise
or the
faults
that lie
heavily
upon my
conscience:
i shoulder
those burdens
day
after day
after brutal
pain-laden
day.

why
judge me
or
mock me
or
rue me
and
revile me:
whatever
have i
done to
you?

mortals
are so
quick
to question
to shun
to slander
that
which they
neither accept
nor understand,
mouthing
the concepts
and precepts
of equality
and fairness
and tolerance
but
shooting first
then asking
questions
from the
dead
whom they
silenced.

and we
like roses
grow thorns –
barbs
with which
to fight
back
and pay
back
in kind –
whilst we
fade
and wilt
even as
we bloom
in the
midst
of our
foes.