Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Papa Said…

“The Old Underwood” – Pandacan, 17 July 2016

‘​sit at 

your keyboard 

and bleed,’

hemingway 

told me, 

drunken diatribe 

roared 

through time 

through space. 
bring forth 

your verses, 

give birth 

to prose: 

write 

your tale 

In blood, 

break the 

amnion 

enclosing the 

words, 

precious and 

ephemeral and 

binding. 
pour out 

libations 

even as 

you spill 

your life 

onto the 

dry 

upon the 

barren page 

and drink 

to the 

health 

to the 

memory 

of the 

authors 

who came 

who dared 

who dreamed 

who bled 

long before 

our own 

tales began.

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Author:

Midge started her career in PR writing at seventeen when she began drafting documentaries for a government-run television station in the Philippines. Since then, she made a career in advertising and public relations which ended earlier this year. These days, she works for a corporate governance advocacy in Makati. Aside from what she does for a living and her poetry, she has turned her home kitchen into a personal culinary lab and is currently working on another novel.

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