This one begins with a line from Ed Maranan: (Hoy Nash, kilala ka daw nya.)
the short fuse sputters, the days are dire
but still my hunger for learning's desire
and thirst for drops from the skies to clear
heaps of grey, hurry to the west!
lean fields of silenced myths grow desire
For mists in the middle of the day, despite the sun.
despite the moon, it's dry in the middle of the night.
The contributors: Justine Jovero, Jette Dumpayan, Freda Dao-ines, Junley Lazaga, Rachel Pitlongay, Melvin Magsanoc.
the short fuse sputters, the days are dire
but still my hunger for learning's desire
and thirst for drops from the skies to clear
heaps of grey, hurry to the west!
lean fields of silenced myths grow desire
For mists in the middle of the day, despite the sun.
despite the moon, it's dry in the middle of the night.
The contributors: Justine Jovero, Jette Dumpayan, Freda Dao-ines, Junley Lazaga, Rachel Pitlongay, Melvin Magsanoc.
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I hope mang ed pimped me to the hot poets out there....