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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

Kota Ini

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“On the Outskirts” – Pluit, Jakarta, Indonesia, 02 September 2018

old
and new
interwoven
into the
fabric
of a
nation,
the ever
evolving
the ever
growing.

city
older than
time itself
where a
civilisation
rose from
the earth
it’s offspring
scattering
to the
four winds
putting down
roots
where they
landed.

freedmen
bondsmen
men of
faith
men of
apostasy;
queens and
maidservants
maidens and
hoydens
building and
working and
wishing and
dreaming
of a
future
fit for
all.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

When Stars Dance

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two stars
parallel and
equidistant
in the
night sky
dancing
as i
make my
way home.

and i
envy their
closeness
and i
envy
the way
they journey
together
in the
depths
of space;
and the
longing
makes my
heart lurch
uncomfortably
in my
chest
and the
weariness
lies heavy
on my
shoulders.

looking up
at those
stars
i murmur
a prayer –
heartfelt
fervent
impassioned –
that you
are safe
are sound
are well;
and i
pray
that we
like the
stars
would meet
would walk
would talk
once again.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Kebetulan

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“To the National Monument” – Monas, Jakarta, Indonesia, 01 September 2018

“meet me
at the
foot
of the
tower,”
i said
as i
set off
on my
journey.

and i
did not
expect
the blistering
heat
of the
noon-day
sun,
nor the
lack
of ways
i could
reach you
and
vice versa,
nor the
distance
to walk
to where
you
would be.

(neither
did you.)

but threads
pull together
and fate
plays its
part
and i
found myself
waiting
at the
foot
of the
tower
for you.

you came,
we met,
and all
things
have changed.

 

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?