A poem “Blood-close” by Karlo Sevilla

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Blood-close

Beyond embrace;
this is coalescence:

The weight 
of your breaths
and pauses
I hear and bear 
more than your
whispered
words.

They are yours,
mine,
ours.

Hours pass
but don’t pass 
here.

Time is afraid 
to lose its 
hours,
minutes,
and seconds
one by one
into our oneness.

(And the universe,
all its meanings
and meanderings.)

Then, everything 
shall be
one
and
end 
with 
us.

Then, everything 
shall begin
anew.

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Karlo Sevilla

Poem by Karlo Sevilla : ‘Dear Milo’

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Dear Milo,

A few days ago, in the room,
when face to face we stood,
I asked you something
that I now can’t remember,
and even before you could answer,
at that very moment, I was surprised
at how tall you’ve grown,
as if you shot up inches overnight!
The top of your head
breaches my shoulder level.

How could I have not noticed,
when I’m with you every day?
Oh of course I did not notice,
because I’m with you every day!
That incremental growth
that stealthily holds sway!

And then secretly I sighed,
“You are slipping by.”
{Or is it I?)


Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Karlo Sevilla

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Karlo Sevilla

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Karlo Sevilla from Quezon City, Philippines is the author of the full-length poetry collection, “Metro Manila Mammal” (Soma Publishing, 2018), and two chapbooks. Recognized among The Best of Kitaab 2018 and nominated twice for the Best of the Net, his poems appear or are forthcoming in Philippines Graphic, Revolt Magazine, DIAGRAM, Eclectica, Better Than Starbucks, Radius, Matter, Small Orange, and elsewhere.

Reyna Elenita by Karlo Sevilla (poetry)

Reyna Elenita

Our little Maleeha raises both arms,
pirouettes and a bejeweled crown
springs up from the orbit outlined by her fingers,
which rises and shrinks until it settles upon her tiny head.
She slows to a standstill,
then extends her arms overhead, palms together.
She parts and gently lowers her straightened arms
and a halo of iridescent hues cascades.


For our quarantined Flores de Mayo, our little queen is crowned
and aureoled by a rainbow for her unmanned arch
right in our living room.

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Karlo Sevilla

photo by Ethan Schut