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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 Music = Magic, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

After McCartney

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“There Will be an Answer” – Makati, 02 March 2017

speak your
words
of wisdom
as we
stand
at the
point
where two
roads
will meet
will part
will join.

two souls
wandering
the earth
at constant
odds
and constant
ends:
we meet
we fight
we speak
we scream
we run
we hide –
and nothing
ever nothing
gets done.

so:
for now
i shut
my eyes
my ears
to you
to your
words
and leave
things be
till i
find myself
once more
or
till you
learn.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

D’en Haut

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“Observatory View” – Makati, 16 March 2017

from where
i stand
it all
seems beautiful
and strong
and safe –
but
i know
well enough
too well
indeed
the dirt
that seeps
‘tween the
cracks
and crevices.

and i
know
how people
wear their
masks
and hide
in shadows;
and i
know
of the
reek
of corruption
befouling
the air
below
and the
lies
we tell
each other
to believe
as if
they were
gospel.

but
let me
linger
for a
while
in this
aerie
where all
seems fair
seems good
seems true
at a
distance.

Posted in Music = Magic, Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

P̄hū Lèn K̄him

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“Girl with Dulcimer” – Makati, 25 February 2017

maiden
of the
golden court
playing her
dulcimer
in the
king’s gardens:
the breeze
blowing through
carrying the
scent
of white
jasmine
even as
her song
makes its
way
to the
ears
to the
hearts
of those
caught
in the
music.

and a
prince
of the
high house
hears the
tune
sprightly and
sweet
to his
ear…

but the
maiden
pays him
no heed
enraptured
though he
is
by her
song.

and a
breeze
blows through
and the
blossoms
are shaken
and change
fills the
air.

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Tánhuáng

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“In Bloom” – Taguig, 17 January 2017

as winter
marches on
whispering
sweet promises
of spring
and the
cherry
and the
almond
put out
buds
in the
frost,
let me
whisper
a wish
into the
cold wind
that the
seasons
might bring
you
my love
closer
and that
it may
warm you
nourish you
cherish you
wheresoever
you
may roam.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

In the Students’ Quarter

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“Traffic” – Manila, 27 January 2017

a drive
down the
streets
i explored
in my / youth:
unexpected jaunt
into years
gone by
when the
world
did not
sit so
heavily
on my
shoulders
and the
world
was mine
to conquer.

the grimy
streets
of the
students’ quarter
are as
shabby
are as
frantic
are as
chaotic
as they
have always
been
and the
young
chatter in
droves
roam in
flocks
like so
many calves
being driven
being fattened
for the
slaughter;
oh
do not
grow up
so fast –
you know
not
the madness
that awaits
you!

in the
midst
of smoke
of grime
of memory
upon memory
unbidden
i look
back upon
the past
and think:
was it
all
worth growing
up for?

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Tasting Warmth

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“Pan con tomate” – Makati, 22 November 2016

feed me
the flavours
of high
summer:
warm my
lips
with olives,
with tomatoes
ripe
off the
vine;
let my
teeth
break into
crisp skin,
sink into
soft flesh
wantonly.

rivulets
of scarlet
juice
trickle down
my chin
my arms,
drip off
my fingertips
onto your
lips
as in
an ancient
bacchanal;
and drown
me
intoxicate me
with kisses
sweeter
than honey
headier
than wine
that we
might forget
even for
a while
that summer
remains
far off
and the
world
lies still
beneath
winter’s cloak.

feed me
nourish me
sate my
longing
slake my
thirsts.

Posted in Music = Magic, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Cogitação

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“What are you thinking about?” – Makati,c. May 2015

the quiet
pensiveness
i remember;
those startled
and startling
silences
when your
mind
would go
into overdrive
and one
could all
but hear
the cogs
the gears
in your
head
coming alive
cogitating
your next
move.

and i,
awed,
would hold
my tongue
my breath
and await
what gems
of music
of magic
would appear
next.