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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, October 20, 2011



Where should I go/ so the wind can reach through me,/ so I can rifle through life while/ living it.---From “Great Plains” by Hannah Stephenson, The Storialist, 10-19-11 

Stand still. Find your still point.
You will find a sanctuary there. 

All the wind you can whistle for
will run through you like spirits 

hovering, pulling you through
all the small boxes keeping you 

your own unshackled prisoner,
moored to fears fencing you in 

like the pages of a book bound
to a rind, like a caged sparrow 

perched on a bar will hop down
rather than fly in narrow air. 

When you get there, that place
will not be there till you find it. 

Build it from fondest dreams,
house them in open chambers. 

Let the winds of everywhere
and everything rifle through 

its corridors to find you free,
unafraid to roam elsewhere 

because you know there is always
this still point to go home to. 

--- Albert B. Casuga

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