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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

Libation/Admission

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“Black Rose” – Paranaque, 27 January 2018

into the
gardens
of night
where the
ebony roses
bloom
and the
air
is scented
with a
perfume
sweet and
sad
and the
sky
is eternally
on the
cusp
of twilight.

here
one makes
an offering
to the
goddess
of night
who sees
what is
unseen
by human
eyes;
who knows
what is
hidden:
the grief
the pain
the hurt
in our
hearts
the tracks
left behind
by tears;
and the
hollowness
and the
emptiness
we feel
within.

and the
goddess
replies as
she deems
fit:
and one’s
enemies fall
and old
bonds broken
and one’s
pain eased
and one’s
heart soothed
and all
one
needs to
offer
is an
honest admission
that one
is too
human
and one
is too
frail
and one
is too
weary
to face
the dark
alone.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

A Silent Anxiety

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“Sangria” – Makati, 26 November 2017

wearily contemplating
the glass
in my
hand:
too spent
for speech,
too drained
for song,
too tense
for sleep.

thoughts racing
in my
head
but no
words
roll off
my tongue
and no
words
stream from
my pen
and i
feel like
screaming
just to
release
the tension
that renders
every nerve
taut.

and i
let the
tears
fall into
my wine
and push
the glass
away
too spent
for speech
too drained
for song
and i
seek
my solace
in sleep.

Posted in Art and About, Pure Fiction, Verses

Gerhana

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“Goddess of the Moon” – Thai artist Thammasak Aurangsakul, 2014

everyone
staring up
as a
shadow
looms over
the face
of the
moon:
the lady
dimming
her glow
with gossamer
veil
and emerging
vivid
brilliant
luminous.

yet
she looks
sad
despite the
brightness
and her
heart
is sore
within
as she
keeps
lonely watch
over mortalkind
as the
aeons
march on
and her
loneliness
seems eternal;
envy gnawing
through
an immortal
heart
doomed to
watch over
human lovers
forever.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Gach Athrú

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“Going Somewhere, Getting Nowhere” – Singapore, 12 October 2017

remembering
how everything
changed
in an
instant,
how the
scales
fell from
my eyes
how the
hurt
of the
better part
of three
years
(and longer)
seemed
to just
dissipate
like frost
like mist
in the
warmth.

and all
i regret
are the
tears
the pining
away
for someone –
for something –
that would
cause me
nothing
but grief
but pain
but strife
in the
long run.

walking
my path
alone
for now;
heart
to myself –
though now
there is
another
(better than,
stronger than,
smarter than…)
and the
distance
of a
couple thousand
kilometres
seems like
nothing
against the
hope
of two
paths crossing
together.

everything
is different
now;
for that,
i am
glad.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

Gelisah

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“Evening at Ushibori” – Hasui Kawase, 1930

yearning
at twilight
swayed
by siren’s
song
for distant
shores;
the waves
lapping
at my
feet,
salt tang
in the
air
stirring my
unease
awakening a
restlessness;
a silent
voice
telling me
to come
away
to fly
away
to sail
away.

kit bag
at the
ready
a walk
turning into
a run:
all set
for adventure
for escape –
but where
to?

take no
map,
bring no
chart:
let my
heart
do the
talking
let my
feet
do the
walking
and simply
go.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Penghiburan

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“Saint Andrew’s” – Singapore, 10 October 2017

seeking solace
in prayer
respite
from toil
and task
and tension:
white space
oasis
in this
urban wasteland.

closing
one’s eyes
shutting
one’s ears
against
the chaos
the manic
mayhem
of the
world
finding some
sense
in the
midst
of our
existence
in a
moment
of silence
a point
of communion
with a
power
with a
force
greater than
ourselves.

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Kehampaan

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Floral Detail – processional robe for an image of the Virgin Mary (Philippines, Spanish Colonial Era)

lost in
thought
as one
feels
a sense
of isolation;
keenly feeling
the distance
the empty
void.

not even
the roses
in bloom
appeal,
not even
the sweetness
of wine
rich
and rubied
tempts;
and one
feels
poor and
desolate
despite the
opulence
and grandeur.

one counts
the days
the miles
the stories
in between
and is
torn
twixt acting
on impulse
and biding
one’s time.