Justine Camacho Tajonera
Biography of Justine Camacho Tajonera
Justine Tajonera is happily married and, together with her husband, Vier, is raising their two year old son, Badger. She is a writer and poet by vocation, an editor by profession and has had a 13 year career in telecommunications: 4 years in internal communications and 9 years in marketing. She loves sharing her knowledge and insights on marriage, parenthood, pregnancy, breastfeeding, poetry, travel, career and work-life balance. She lives in Quezon City, Philippines. Her poetry has been published locally in anthologies and she maintains a blog where she publishes a poem every day, Claiming Alexandria.
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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
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.
There are few luxuries in life as precious as afternoon naps.
I experience the leaf, the deadness of it,
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
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
They say millions of people pass through this shopping mall. I feel lost in a sea
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
The sound you make
is fainter than the sound
of rain softly falling outside
I turn inwards
just to listen.
I cannot imagine yet