Poetry Archives

Karla Quimsing’s Pancit Poetry a melange of tones and voices

By Tiny Diapana “A poem should not mean But be.” — From “Ars Poetica”by Archibald Macleish JUST as refreshing as

During those nights, the moon was hated. I didn’t want the light and kept on looking for darkness that could

Blessed is the seagrass for its dawdling passage to the shore. Blessed is the shore for waiting to be discovered

“A visit to the bedroom of xxx in her boarding house yesterday morning led policemen to discover a piece of

The wind blew a quiet storm breaking off a ripening guava from a branch of an aged tree that can