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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.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

A RIBALD DIALOGUE (Conversations with Stick Series #10)

Little difference between these scenarios, eh, Stick?
The Post writes about a gory machete-hacking down
the road. A ménage a trois ends in beheading a lover.
All depends on who or what or why one is a “lover”
and get decapitated in a quite quiet neighbourhood
where news of mating felines and hounddogs shock.
The catbird chasing another while its tweetums
perches nonchalantly on a dead branch is de rigueur,
like a cut from a film noir where lust gets lustre
when mayhem climaxes in an undeserved carnage
and reportage labels it a jealous rage of a cuckold.
Why can’t they just get along? Enough love to go around.
But it’s cold outside. One cannot surrender the warmth
of one’s bed to another and still be the same tomorrow.
Ah, an axiom here: to every catbird belongs a catbird.
Shut up, Stick. The silence of pursuit here is riveting.
—Albert B. Casuga

Prompt: It’s cold—in the mid-50s. One catbird sits at the end of a dead limb overlooking the yard while her mate chases a rival, all in silence. ---Dave Bonta, The Morning Porch, 06-13-11

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