poem: Re-entry Commute


circle of friends shrunk to a

cavernous zero

digital chatter


washed up on the shore

of independence

ejected from the sea

of circumstance


ripple of dark over green

velvet shimmering

ruffle of time caught

in a vision of fields

skimming the tracks between cities

of purpose

glorified limbo




sweeping down stairways

surfing through tunnels

the magnificence

of this animal




First published in ‘Voice of Eve’:






Poem: Fatherless

july72019 copy

In memory of all those being killed in the Philippines’ ongoing ‘War on Drugs’


I died last night

though death and sickness

were connected

(those all too familiar signs)

it was not my sickness

killing me

not my madness

sending five

masked men



cruelest of masters

you find entertainment


your backs the accuser:

I am

to blame


Eyes on my body

no politicking here


dampening hope’s dreams

with tears

unfulfillment laced

with life


for you


perhaps my children’s children


Remember my new friend

earthbound judge

her name






First published in ‘Voice of Eve’:





Jesus so identifies Himself with

the poor

the hungry

the sick

the prisoner


(the poor hungry sick imprisoned child)


the degree to which we love





we love






Matthew 25:35,36:

I was hungry and you fed me,

I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,

I was homeless and you gave me a room,

I was shivering and you gave me clothes,

I was sick and you stopped to visit,

I was in prison and you came to me.





From a sermon given at Church Simplified, Manila on June 30, 2019:https://www.facebook.com/churchsimplified/videos/463688831098896/(starts around 39 min mark)

Snapshot Decision

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Of course it has more to do with my clumsiness, but I sometimes catch myself wondering if my phone has a mind of its own. Why? Random pictures, I’ve apparently taken without knowing it, turn up in my photo collection on a regular basis.

As with all the other arbitrary oddities, I’m about to delete my phone’s latest contribution when – I just can’t.  “This is for keeps!” is the sudden conviction. 

It’s the typical angle: downwards, one foot, a lower leg. But the ground is what needs to be recorded for posterity: that all too familiar mosaic of mud and garbage…

Read more here: https://www.lemontheory.com/sweet-sour-politics/2019/5/21/snapshot-decision-the-reycling-conflict-in-manila-philippines

Short story: ‘Belonging Here’


Chaos. Wrenching at her. It will sweep her away if it can. Clari’s left hand grips the gummy steering wheel, her right the stubborn gear stick. Catapulting her way through Manila traffic, she jostles for position within this gargantuan herd of metallic water buffalo. The old SUV’s air-conditioning battles the fume-ridden oven heat. Clari’s brow drips liquid salt into her eyes. She wipes away the worst, then swipes hard at the car horn…


Read more here: https://www.spadinaliteraryreview.com/SR31-Fic-16.html

Love’s Cautionary Tale

pub.blog april 2019

Discerning fellow human beings means truly seeing The Other:

The Poor 

The Young 

The Old 

The Homeless

The Sick 

The Prisoner 


To the degree we see each other simply as needy target groups, we utterly miss the mark; the mark of love.

Do I get it, do I really get it: that God loves The Other NO LESS than He loves me?

Jesus says, 

I was hungry

I was in homeless

I was sick

I was in prison 

(Matthew 25)

Because God identifies Himself precisely with that poor brother, that stricken sister, 

that malnourished child. 

How about this thought: He is better able to associate with the above-mentioned than with those of us who think we have it all.

Lack of truly seeing The Other can mean an astounding lack of discernment. 

Some of us proclaim ourselves unwittingly as the extremists we are. 

Fooled by our own advertising, we may be the only ones blind to our own blinkers.

Sleeper wake up!

Blind man see!

How revolutionary is

this love.