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ALBERT B. CASUGA, a Philippine-born writer, lives in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada, where he continues to write poetry, fiction, and criticism after his retirement from teaching and serving as an elected member of his region's school board. He was nominated to the Mississauga Arts Council Literary Awards in 2007. A graduate of the Royal and Pontifical University of St. Thomas (now University of Santo Tomas, Manila. Literature and English, magna cum laude), he taught English and Literature (Criticism, Theory, and Creative Writing) at the Philippines' De La Salle University and San Beda College. He has authored books of poetry, short stories, literary theory and criticism. He has won awards for his works in Canada, the U.S.A., and the Philippines. His latest work, A Theory of Echoes and Other Poems was published February 2009 by the University of Santo Tomas Publishing House. His fiction and poetry were published by online literary journals Asia Writes and Coastal Poems recently. He was a Fellow at the 1972 Silliman University Writers Workshop, Philippines. As a journalist, he worked with the United Press International and wrote an art column for the defunct Philippines Herald.

Thursday, February 24, 2011



Backlit by the sun, a hoarfrosted forest
glitters with ice caught underneath.
But the glow ends where stubbs tear
through the sheets like toes sticking
out of pellmell blankets. Pity.

The sylvan frost could have been magical
like intertwined limbs insinuating joie du nuit
beneath those sleep-stained sheets.
But nothing remains crystal or pure as sunlight
cutting through gnarled and naked branches.

There will be long shadows on the pygmy tundra
while the winter solstice overstays its welcome.
There will be no glitter on the hoarfrosted forest
when icy undertow surfaces to drown the valley.
I would have left quietly like the absconding snow.

—Albert B. Casuga
Mississauga, 02-23-11

The poem was "found" among these images

Backlit by the sun, a hoarfrosted forest with ice still glittering underneath. I gape and run for my camera, a tourist on my own porch.---Dave Bonta, The Morning Porch, 02-23-11 (

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