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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.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

MEN DO NOT CRY

What's on my mind? My Poem Today. Dad at 97. If he were still here. His birthday today. I would split a Pedro Domecq with him. But he is not here to call for the "bottoms up". Now that I could drink him under Mom's table, he is not here. All right, I could cede you that prowess, Dad. But now, I could outrace you.
MEN DO NOT CRY
(For Dad, January 9, 2018)
You will tarry, won't you?
Now I know I could outrace you
to that boulder where you left
the bones for Sport, my Sport.
Oh. You are right. I lost him
when I was eight. Ran over.
Uncle Joe told me when I whistled
for him for his supper. I just ate him, he said.
You will make up for my stream of tears.
would you? You laughed. I cried.
A man does not cry. Ever. You chided.
But I am 74, Daddy. I am still crying.
Not for Sport. This time because I can outrun
you. But you have left. The boulder, too, is gone.
--- Your son, Ambit a.k.a. Albert B. Casuga


1 comment:

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A touching reminiscence. Loaded with memories, some small, but now more important than ever.