Runner-Up Poem in the Shahid Ali Ghazal Contest

Vince Gotera Aswang Ghazal: Santiago’s Confession As long as I can remember, I’ve been aswang. Deadly hidden fact, the fate and life of an aswang. As a boy I found I could sprout black sleek fur, but only in hiding. Never to shout, “I Am Aswang!” The urge so great, so deeply seductively tempting, To…

Winning Poem in the Shahid Ali Ghazal Contest

Margo Berdeshevsky GHAZAL: HEAR ME      The handprints in ancient cave art were left by women —National Geographic If the new animal voice cries for my empty bed, hear me. If a wide red wing climbing my cotton gown stills me, unwed—hear me. If wars in blued tongues of the night-scarved crows admit what our mothers pretend to…