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"Come my house and you eat the bagoong. That's the filipino style. Filipino bagoong, bagoong filipino. That's the filipino style."
—The Hana Jam. A song by the hawaiian group, "Pekelo."

Water in the pot reaching its
gurgling point-
How quick are her hands
in unscrewing the lid
of the crystal jar.

That smell, punishing to the nose,
seeps-in quickly into the
microscopic pores
of the gypsum board walls.

With the aid of the wind,
it sneaks into every open door
and window
of the immediate houses
in the neighborhood.

The bumble bees, licking the pistils
and stamens
of the pink hibiscus
are forced to stop on what

they are doing, unable to control
their sneezing much worse
than to the kid being attacked at no end
by a virulent strain
of colds virus.

© Elmer Omar Bascos Pizo

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SEPTEMBER 11
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SETS 

  ELBINA BATALA
  Heart
  There Is No Silence

  CARLENE SOBRINO
  BONNIVIER
  Surface Tension
  Fog
  Breakfast
  Haiku

  LUIS CABALQUINTO
  Red Layt
  Kay Emmanuel
  Mahiwagang Umaga

  SOTERA CATAYAS
  Only Pride
  Mixed Feelings

  GLORIA DEL
  CARMEN
  This Death
  Mad World

  FELIX FOJAS
  Orange Grove Road
  Far Country
  Ithaca

  ELMER OMAR
  BASCOS PIZO
  17 Ways of Looking
    at a Brown Man
    and Woman

  Fish Sauce
  Black Dog

  AL SANTOS
  Pasensiya na Po
  Unang Umaga
    sa Europa

  Dalawang Pulis,
    Dalawang Pinoy

  Dinuguan sa Tren
  Bulaklak at Tren
    sa Tagsibol

  Pag-uwi

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