How The Morning Finds Me

Dog walking on footpath during autumn morning

How The Morning Finds Me

This entry is part 2 of 10 in the series Woman, Mother, Me

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰.𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮,𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦

June 8, 2025 No Comments

I’ve been thinking a lot about how the same sunset feels different depending on where you stand. This piece, Two Altars, is my attempt to capture this, one version from the mountains, one from the sea. It’s written in haibun form (prose + haiku), and it means a lot to me. Hope it brings you a quiet moment.

April 10, 2025 No Comments

Philippine Book Festival 2025: A Celebration of Literature and Connection

My first Philippine Book Festival as an author was a resounding success, with my book completely selling out and exciting new connections made. Discover my highlights, favorite book finds, and what’s next!

March 17, 2025 No Comments

The 4 AM Internet Rabbit Hole and Finding Your Voice Through Ezra Pound

I woke up at 4 AM, eager to write poetry before distractions began. Instead, I got sidetracked by Louise Glück and ended up exploring Ezra Pound’s advice to W.S. Merwin: to find your voice, first learn to translate others. This led me to use AI to examine my writing. Each generated version reflected what my voice isn’t. Join me on this journey of self-discovery through rejection and reflection.

February 6, 2025 No Comments

Night Swimming

This entry is part 4 of 10 in the series Woman, Mother, Me

Night Swimming I practiced hurtlike how pearls are made,methodically, with attention,this art of controlled wounding. This is how. First,you learn to treasure what harms you,learn

January 30, 2025 No Comments

The Witness

The Witness by April Pagaling (in reply to “Wala Nang Tao sa Sta. Filomena”) You stand in the stubbled field,a scarecrow stripped of purpose,shirt faded

January 29, 2025 No Comments

Lesson on Flowers

This entry is part 5 of 10 in the series Woman, Mother, Me

The flower openswithout violence.This is what I learned in elementary,how resistance lives in softness.I stand in the kitchen, watchingpetals drift into my teacup,thinking of my

January 28, 2025 No Comments

Night Inventory

This entry is part 6 of 10 in the series Woman, Mother, Me

The absence of connection burns differently than the absence of touch. A poem about loneliness and how two bodies can share a bed while their hearts inhabit separate countries.

January 27, 2025 No Comments

The Spider’s Gospel

This entry is part 7 of 10 in the series Woman, Mother, Me

Walking around in Sagada and finding this beautiful spider web. A meditation on grief and finding comfort in unexpected places and a reflection on rebuilding and survival.

January 26, 2025 No Comments

Hamog ng Enero

The chill of January mornings in Marinduque and navigating the cold, thinking of unspoken young love. Discover how the Sea of Clouds intertwines with the warmth of a fleeting smile in this introspective poem.

January 25, 2025 No Comments