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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!

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Finding Faith

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“Where to Now?” – BGC, 03 May 2017

i remember
the glow
on your
face
the sparkle
in your
eyes
as we
spoke
of faraway
places
and adventures
everywhere
those nights
in early
summer
filled with
song
so unaware
of the
darkness
of the
anger
to come.

you’ve
trekked your
paths
climbed your
mountains;
but let
me ask:
have you
found
what you
lost
have you
found
what you
sought
or does
your life
remain
empty and
barren and
broken?

and i
who stayed
behind
am out
and about
on journeys
of my
own:
and i
fly
and i
walk
and i
ride
through the
world
asking questions
giving answers
gaining knowledge
giving back
finding meaning
in things
in people
in places
you scoffed
at
as mundane
as plain
as common.

but:
unlike you
i’ve found
my meaning
i’ve found
my faith
yet still
i pray
you would
someday
somehow
find yours.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Parting Ways

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“Minis in Line” – Muntinlupa, 03 June 2017

“drive my
car,”
the song
goes:
take me
for a
ride
take me
away
before fame
before fortune
transforms
you into
a monster.

but
the words
come
a little
too late
as your
dreams
have made
you
less a
man
more a
creature
of vice
of viciousness
of ambition
vile
chasing your
fancies
on the
road
to disaster.

and one
thinks
of smoky
rooms
reeking of
drink
and songs
forlorn
and broken
sung to
indifferent crowds;
not quite
how
one thought
you’d set
the world
ablaze.

but i
keep my
own counsel
for you
would heed
would hear
me not
and i
will drive
away
from the
charred embers
of the
bridge
you chose
to burn
and leave
you
to the
doom
you wanted.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Saoirse

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“Consider Flight” – Pasay, 07 April 2017

speak not
to me
of freedom:
i do
not think
you know
what it
means.

you speak
of open
roads
and friendly
skies;
of adventure
and culture
and experiences
money
can’t buy
and you
speak ill
of the
life
i chose
of my
daily enslavement
to the
norm,
this workaday
existence
you scorn.

yet:
i am
no slave
to vices
i pledge
no allegiance
to trends
i give
back
what i
can
and refuse
to be
burden
to anyone
and i
am free
to be
me.

chained
to no
image,
fettered
to no
reputation;
free
to be
myself –
and you
who chose
to hide
behind
an elaborate
façade
have no
right
to say
otherwise.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Ilunabarrean

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“In the Falling Light” – Cebu, 07 April 2017

the setting
sun
sets the
world
all aglow
but i
am blind
to the
fire
to the
warmth.

only the
cold
only the
darkness
gets to
me
and the
weariness
is heavy
in my
bones
in my
heart.

but
i do
not seek
escape
in the
bottles
in the
nostrums
of man
but find
solace
in words
in verses
in song
in story
and i
dive
into my
books
into a
sea
of ink
as night
falls
and the
sun
seeks its
bed.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Message Sent

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“In the Post” – Alabang, 08 May 2017

sending
a message
loud and
clear:
don’t get
in my
way.

have found
the place –
the calm
zone
beyond rage
beyond anger –
the eye
of the
tempest
that i
am
and the
gloves
are off
and the
rules
are off
and hell
can break
loose.

read this
and tremble
read this
and weep
and run
while you
can
lest our
paths meet.

message done
message sent;
think of
it
what you
will.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Eil Sìth, Cha Crùn

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“A Light in the Dark” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

lo
the maiden
spoke:
“a crown
of light
is my
fate;
to bring
illumination
to the
darkest
of spaces;
to bring
warmth
to the
coldest
of places.”

for even
in the
cradle
she bore
destiny’s
heavy burden
and her
heart
and her
mind
were steeled
to rule;
and great
was the
joy
and great
was the
pride
of her
mother
who ruled
the flames.

but no
crown
would she
wear
and no
scepter
would she
bear
until all
was set
to right:
for her
warrior’s heart
broke
and her
ruler’s soul
faltered
to see
the mortals
weep and
wail and
call for
succor
from the
cold menace
that rose
from the
deep.

“a throne
can wait,”
the maiden
said,
“for now
i march
to war.”

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Còmhstri

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“At the Shoreline” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

she stares
upon the
darkening sky
upon the
gathering storm,
pausing
at the
point
where land
meets sea,
daring to
meet
the gaze –
lustful
craving
needy –
of the
blighted being
on the shore.

“i fear
you not,“
she shouts
into the
wind;
“i dread
you not
and you
will pay
for the
destruction
and the
grief
you have
caused!”

and he
laughs
at her
anger
and he
scorns
her rage:
“what
would a
mortal
like you
do unto
an immortal
like me?”

alas
for him:
she calls
down
the lightning –
striking
not enough
to kill
near enough
to startle –
and she
whistles in
the desert
wind
and it
spins
and it
whirls
about the
wayward prince
choking
strangling
drying.

and around
them
the air
is heavy
the sky
is dark
the earth
is still
all awaiting
the next
move
in the
game.