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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, February 28, 2013

JUST A WOMAN



JUST A WOMAN

Warm light on the back are familiar fingers
but they will not be back as caresses again.
They can only unravel bandages of wounds
that will not heal but will not feel any pain.

I am done with them. All feelings betray us
before they become clear: they sap courage,
and quickly turn into skeletons of passion.
I want to be a woman, not a chair to catch
torn and tired bodies that need mending.

I, too, hanker for strength from the strong,
unquenchable hunger I could eagerly satisfy
when it finds its harbor and home in a place
I, and only I, can shape or rearrange or own,
or drink like a glass of cold water to cool me
down when I have no more need for loving.

A primal urge clear on this face. Feel it. Fill it.

---ALBERT B. CASUGA

A poem inspired by a Luisa Igloria poem and subsequently published by Axlepin Publishing as a featured poem in January 2013. @ Painting above by Hugo Urlacher of Argentina.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

STAYING ALIVE


STAYING ALIVE

Because what we now have is a life
we will never have again, something
as unrepeatable as living or dying,
we drink to it as often as we turn down
an empty cup, and learn to forgive
what was given or not, noblese oblige,
coming as we do to this strange place
without as much as a warning or even
our consent. We did not know. 

Because we did not plan to be born,
is it too vexing to learn--perhaps
to revel in--the myriad acts of loving,
of living, and in return be grateful
to perform the surprisingly magical art
of shaping life, nurturing it, finding it
where no one would lead us, blind
as we are to this fire in our weak loins? 

Was that left behind by a rushed maker,
like a spare screw, and we had to find
where it would fit snugly, divinely apt
and delicately, deliciously, our manner
of staying alive when dying is better?
 

--- ALBERT B. CASUGA