SPAM

                Dust we can’t quite catch

                you know i don’t care if you bleed

                Threw up on the I-95/ Trans Computations

               i am at the carnage of all things up the spout

                The Reckoning Was A Seam

                Nabubuhay Ako Dahil Sayo/ I Live Because of You

                Para Kay Felicissima / For Felicissima

                Untitled

                Victims of the War on Drugs

                Absurd Messengers

                A CIRCLE IS A BOY ; I WOULD LIKE AN IMAGE THAT REFUSES
                TO BE CORNERED
           
                Floor Poems
                   
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I am at the carnage of all things up the spout
2024-2025

Found ceramic sink ; soundscape of :church choirs and bells, catholic prayers in Tagalog, early 2000s radio and cable
television from Metro Manila, found internet footage, traffic, field recordings of my family eating in the rain and spoken
word poetry from writers that summon memory, death and belonging.

I am at the carnage of all things up the spout aims to locate personal memory, but also deeply disorients them by replicating
the nature of a trance, a spell, and a haunting— echoing the mystical qualities of poetry and prayer. This auditory collage
engages in turning the familiar into the unfamiliar through braving to materialize the stealth ins and outs of homesickness,
and the cesspool of memory through auditory collage.