Oct
04

A Steady Wind Is All the Magic I Need

I do not drink from the same cup that got me drunk with infatuation with those who didn’t yearn for me the way I did for them.  Sans the drink I could see the sky is blue and plain but no less beautiful than when it sparkled with my imagination.  I see daylight as my… Continue reading →

Sep
22

Take a Breath and Mean It

Take it freely, unapologetically. Like you’re allowed. Like you deserve it. Like you’re meant to be here.… Continue reading →

Sep
14

Behind the Facade

Living our days in the timeof manufactured urgency;this forgery of progressin a society that feigns clevernessthrough cheap clonesof human labor.A fleet of soldiers unwittingly defendinga system designed to kill them ultimately. This whole facade of advancementat the cost of worseningour state of mind,disabling our senses, robbing usof the right to think for ourselveswith fake consent.A… Continue reading →

Aug
31

In the Absence of Roses

IN THE ABSENCE OF ROSES,we’ve exchanged passagesfrom Murakami,recited dialogue we’ve memorizedfrom funny picturesand dramas on the daisthrough the curtains. We shared ink stains and lead residues,the better to see the playerswho lived in our heads.You gave me the colorsyou hand-picked for my canvasfrom the tint of your lipsand shades of your skin. I traveled your… Continue reading →

Jul
21

Tempting the Gods in Exile

I sat on what remains of the chaos
on the sand where the sun used to gleam.
Ashes and gunpowder dress my feet… Continue reading →

Jun
29

Nakaw Na Dugo

Tila ninakaw ang init at galak sa aking diwa
ng mga makinaryang walang awang pumapatay
ng mga kaluluwa. … Continue reading →

Mar
11

Tinik at Talulot

Ngunit sa liwanag ay malinaw ang bawat bukas. Panibagong mga tinik, bato, at di maabot-abot na mga talulot.… Continue reading →

Mar
04

I Don’t Have Friends in High Places

And though we stand and walk
on the same ground,
somehow we stoop at their boots
as though their feet float
above us.… Continue reading →

Nov
30

A Dance Through Stories

I longed for you before any confirmation you existed. And when you first held my hand, I understood the plan; in the universe’s grandest scheme, in which you and I are written in the stars. … Continue reading →

Oct
10

Beneath the Gaslight

I like drawings with imperfect lines, paint that goes just a little over the edges. I find chips in decorative craft adorable. … Continue reading →

Poems by Natalia Go