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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, December 19, 2012



 Simeon, look at the sky, its script of rain/Is part of it somehow, the Christmas vow.--- Simeon Dumdum Jr., A Ghazal for my Friends at Christmas.

At sundown, when the sun sets, the Christmas vow
Is clear on the script of rain---a covenant of rainbow.

Après Le Deluge, it was not the vulture sent down
To mark the end of the covenant on the rainbow. 

The dove brings the rain script down from an ark
Now stuck on an Ararat of some promised rainbow. 

It will be gone before it comes, the curse of living
Without the meaning behind the façade of a rainbow. 

There will come from the wilderness of spite taking
Shape in the indigo of that covenant on the rainbow, 

Dark, murky, unclean in the cerulean pad of the sky,
An arch with warm colours as vowed by that rainbow. 

I shall be with you until the consummation of colour
Upon the stark promise of that convenant rainbow: 

I will be with you, forever and forever; I will be with you,
Mother, at the end of the covenant-coloured rainbow. 

You are with me until the dying of returning swallows,
But how much have we pledged instead on a rainbow

In this stormy weather, in the expanse of a blue sky?
To bring us all to the house of the covenant rainbow, 

The Child warmed by the donkey’s feed in Bethlehem
Will be our promise indelibly inked on that rainbow. 

He will still be there holding the hues of the covenant
with you, forever and forever, at the end of the rainbow.



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