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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.

Friday, June 17, 2011

SURFACING (Arts Poetica Series #2)

(An Ars Poetica)
Surfacing. We allow ourselves this one
salving act when every balm fails.
Bobbing up for air where it is rare,
we pray that this will hold long enough.
Enough for the moments at dusk when
we must dive again, submerge again,
into depths we know will one day hold us
down, and remain there to mend hurts
that in those magical spaces become
like pearls: prickly cutting dirt engulfed
into bivalved flesh that may in turn
become a magical gem from the agony.
Surfacing, we find ourselves some river
stream to rest with the rolling river stones.
Surfacing, we know we must go back
to the darkened depths, and like oysters
bear the pain cutting through our flesh
that we may surface soon with a new pearl.
—Albert B. Casuga

Prompt: The river stones lie quietly under water:/not quite weightless but small/ enough to turn and bevel at the edges.---From “Chaplet” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 06-16-11

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