I have forgotten about you lately,
forgotten how you smell on that afternoon...

Those orange streetlights
that are illuminating the cars that are parked...

4 AM and still awake,
having glances with midnight trains...

I find it unusual
to be reading recipe books...

You
are my...

Oh, my closest friend,
take me back to the heydays of our poetry...

Old Roses-
rustic, uncertain...

I remember that July 24 afternoon one yesteryear
as Giant Brocade Crowns bloom in the night sky...

I always thought that fire is the only thing that...
and that roses are blessed for their thorns...

Manila, what does it take
to break someone's heart...

Along oceans and brush areas,
mountainsides, forests and grasslands...

Last September,
I watched...