
By Marne Kilates
A sprig of kamuning Grace picks
From our potted garden in the morning
I slip into the small mouth of a Mexican
Jar so I could own it for a moment
On my desk: I glance at it as I type,
The fragrance it brings is probably
The scent of heaven from last night’s dream.
Marne Kilates
13 September 2018
About the Poet:
Marne Kilates was an award-winning poet, freelance writer, editor, translator , and co-founder of Our Brew. He has published six books of poetry and translated works by leading Filipino poets such as National Artists Rio Alma, Bienvenido Lumbera, and Lazaro Francisco. He has won the Philippines’ Palanca Memorial Awards, the National Book Awards, and the SEA Write Award given by the Thai royalty.
His pen is now idle.
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