Makeup Synonym

Ala man garud, nu pudnu mət lang nga nalaing ka ti Tagalog, ana garud ti Tagalog ti makeup?!

Naglaka, kət “panakip-butas”a!!

When Truth = Jail Time

Do you know why swindlers and dishonest politicians are too afraid to let the people know the truth?

Because they know all too well that the truth will never set them free.

- (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

Takki

Lakay: Apay siasinno mət dayta baru nga nubyu dayta anak mo Ribeyng? Kasla nagdulpət kən nagbuyuk mət ti langlanga na?!

Bakət: Anya kan lakay, baam kadin uray ta Amirikanu mət suna. Ti nagan na kanu kət Tim Macky T. Paul-Teet

Lakay: ‘Su mət lang a!!

(The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

Enlightenment is like living an orgasmic state of existence… (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

Enlightenment
Is
Like
Living
An
Orgasmic
State
Of
Existence…

(The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

Unraveled

I yanked a string too strong

that made the church bells chime

and the fabric unraveled:

And there she stood

just her and nothing more

nothing between my eyes and

her golden skin and

succulent curves

revealed

in all their glory

set free from whatever

covered her

and thrown

onto my outstretched hands

Gag Show

I prayed for sunshine

The wind brought rain

Like pesky little kids

Sliding from my crown

To my sole and further down

Rinsing with it

My remaining

Patience and optimism

“Wonderful” saith the thunder

As the sun grew dim

And the tree died laughing

Of the gag show before him

She doesn’t like sopas

You don’t like sopas
and I don’t know why
Puzzles the hell out of me
Who doesn’t want a hot pot
of chicken soup
made creamy with evap
made colorful with
cabbage and carrots and
made gut-heavy
with elbow macaroni?

Detest is a word too strong
least priority maybe
but then, I could be wrong

Yet you made
one for me
just the same
saying:

“I still don’t
love sopas.
May never be.
But I’m
trying
to learn
to love
the things
that you love.”

More than the
hot pot of sopas
before me
I thank you
my sweet balm
for all the love
and for keeping
me warm
For a thousandth time
again and again
to the heavens
I implore
good favors
for you
my lovely woman
who cooks sopas
for her man