Justine Camacho Tajonera Poems

• A Filipino Writer Of English Poems To A ...
  I think of the whiteness of snow on a postcard from an immigrant aunt. How sweet, how pure and unreal like props
• Higher Things
  How far are these 'higher things' from what I feel for you? The earthly, humble touch of your hand,
• At The Rue De La Bucherie
  The man I asked for directions did not know how to explain it to me but he smiled, took my hand and showed me the way.
• Seven Years Later, Driving Home
  It is impossible to fall in love again for the first time. The first blush, the heart quickening, racing madly with a secret:
• Floating On Batis Aramin
  The pond is quiet except for the birds.
• Afternoon Naps
  There are few luxuries in life as precious as afternoon naps.
• The Leaf
  I experience the leaf, the deadness of it,
• Last Day
  Twelve and a half years later she packs away books, certificates,
• Kay Gat Andres Bonifacio Mula Sa Isang H...
  At kung magkikita tayo balang araw sasabihin mong ako’y taksil
• October 28
  The evening is soft with revelations, with ears open to all manner of
• Joining The Diaspora
  I had a dream last night about being pulled by the waves, clawing into the water
• Hidden Light
  They say millions of people pass through this shopping mall. I feel lost in a sea
• Morning Sun
  I watch the sunlight bounce off the water running from my morning shower
• Sifting Sand As Meditation
  A laborer's work is simple and clear. I sift the sand