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Verses 1001
Rod Galicha
still
eyes
blink
salt
liquifies that flows
through
the
finite fine soft skin
of
ebony
caressed before
...gently
by
your hands
slowly
through the ears
whispering adieu
...adieu
mine
still
longing for
reaching
still...
searching through
in the
horizon,
horizon of the unkown.
____________
 Editor's
Note: A
native of San Fernando, Rod Galicha is a cum laude Philosophy graduate
from the University of Santo Tomas and first recipient of CMMA Best
Student Magazine Award as senior and literary editor of The Owl
Magazine. He taught Philosophy and Humanities at Colegio de San Juan de
Letran in Intramuros for almost three years and became president of the
Faculty Club. He is now a customer care associate for a Texas-based
company. |
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