Write Stuff

Very carefully take off your watch and lay it on a table. Leave the room in the dark for 21 days. Recite the Ora Pro Nobis five times.

Look what I found while rifling through my digital baul. Old poems by E.J., including an introduction I wrote circa 1996-97. So here it is:

i met e.j. through his good mother bing,
who i worked with in a non-government organization.
e.j. started writing when he was 6
and called his first poem a "novel."

i won't make too much of an intro beyond that,
because the poems pretty much introduce themselves.

Tanging ako
Ang dumalo

Midnite Snack.
He picks up chicken bones and drowns them
in a can of water stolen from a busted main.
The fates favor him: the wood catches fire
and boils his midnite soup. The bones he can pick later,
after slurping the thin broth through broken teeth. The
way he sucks the grease from his fingernails you'd think
he'd suck the world out of them too. No one would mind,
no one sees.

A couple passes by, arguing about the movie they just kissed through: