life’s overflowing

Love is happiness when your beloved is happy. There’s a twinkle in your eyes, it suffocates me — with warmth. You’re blushing. I’m blushing. I’m so incandescently happy for you. I’m also happy you exist. I have learned that you need not know someone to love them. But what I know of you I do…

your hand fits in mine

I measure my love of a person by how well their hands fit with mine. It’s the color of trust, the brightness of my life and my future in the safety of your palm. I would close my eyes and listen to my heart as it beats to the sound of your footsteps. You lead…

Poetry: lumingon ako

I feel like this is the kind of content I have to justify. I was riding the MRT on the way to ASMPH when I saw the quoted verse. I stopped breathing for maybe three hours, as you do when confronted with especially beautiful poetry. In elementary –and I’ve never told anyone this story, so no…

Archives: The Red Book

The Red Book was with me through a lot of things: heartaches and confusion, artistic revolutions and political ambitions. We’ve been through a lot, and last week saw The Red Book completely filled up. In celebration of #ArtFairPH, and also in memory of this journal, here’s a post to commemorate all the best (or at least publicly acceptable) works…

I’ll keep writing.

Poetry from last week. Late night inspirations: friends in love, moments with Mr. Phantom, social anxieties. In vague chronological order. i i stripped myself of all regrets and sterilized my life of guilt the world lacks the strength to hold me i am a ghost in my own city ii if you are a monster,…

EatPoetry

I eat poetry for dinner. Third dinner, actually. “a politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man” #eecummings #poetry #poem #calligraphy #lettering #relevant A photo posted by Jari Monteagudo (@jarimonty) on Sep 24, 2015 at 9:01am PDT xxx

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I have left? That bring joy? Worth living for? That bind and connect and survive? sometimes words are the only thing xxx You can get awesome high-resolution images from UNSPLASH and use them under Creative Commons Zero (no need for permission and no need for attribution). Isn’t that neat? Also, I’ve been using the mobile…

relevance

I carry around a journal with me everywhere, but jotting down thoughts on fragile paper just feels more fun. Probably taken two weeks ago. I think I left this on that KFC table; who knows where it is now? #poetry #words #latepost #kfc A photo posted by Jari Monteagudo (@jarimonty) on Sep 12, 2015 at…

to ask the stars

My last-minute contribution to Buwan ng Wika (Month of the Philippine Language) this August features the ‘superstar’ José Corazón de Jesús, who was also known by his pen name Huseng Batute. Rising into prominence during the first half of the 20th century, Huseng Batute was an accomplished poet (known at some point as “Hari ng Balagtasan” or “King of…

south and east and going west

south and east and going west and yes, i don’t need to make any sense xxx I was reading Bukowski earlier and picked out some quotes, like I decide that the only definition of Truth (which changes) is that it is that thing or act or belief which the crowd rejects. which recalls some fond…