Destination
i. There are only metaphors for becoming. Only the sibuyas un-peeling its layers calachuci spreading their petals paruparo emerging from cocoons events of blossoming, acts of uncovering, of nakedness. There are no great […]
i. There are only metaphors for becoming. Only the sibuyas un-peeling its layers calachuci spreading their petals paruparo emerging from cocoons events of blossoming, acts of uncovering, of nakedness. There are no great […]
for Felipe Niceties never killed anyone, just words, said trying at kindness, now tired, as if in a boat race to the finish. I will always out talk you and you will smile softly like a lover steeling the self for a particular cruelty: the sting, here at the shore, waves hurtling sea-spray towards […]
There are few places worth committing to memory—one: the New York skyline, two: the traffic on EDSA, three: the horizon in which we never meet: the sun, the sky, the sliver of water between us. Tell me where you are and I’ll tell you what you are: an immigrant in NYC is a foreigner in […]
Angela Gabrielle Fabunan graduated from Bowdoin College and attends the University of the Philippines MA creative writing program. In 2016, she was awarded the Carlos Palanca Memorial Foundation Awards for Poetry. Her work has appeared in Asymptote Journal, Cha Literary Journal, Maganda Magazine, Eastlit Magazine, New Asian Writing, Voice and Verse Magazine, and Harana Poetry, […]
I only ever wanted to say mahal in parting, but you could never have understood how much of an expense love was to me. I only half understand my mother tongue, only carry half its baggage. Which country is Mother? Which country caverns me? It only takes language to assimilate—our accent differing from town to […]
Angela Gabrielle Fabunan talks about a poem she wishes she’d written, Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art.”
Angela Gabrielle Fabunan talks about the genesis of her poem “Fair Game.”