Zeny May Recidoro's Writings
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Poem
Jan.01.2013
Red Poppy Review
Rain fell from the still sunlit sky.
Incense burning, the aroma of silence
And the search for innocence
In tiny drops clinging on branches.
The call and ringing bell
During a fitful sleep, no longer there
By the window a wilted plant
And lizard bones lie on the sill.
So the folklore of this home goes:
The lizard died out of love
For the plant who...
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Poem
Dec.26.2012
Cha: An Asian Literary Journal
(Note: this poem was first published in Cha: An Asian Literary Journal's Issue 18, September 2012)
The season cannot make up its mind,
It lingered in monsoon without parting with the sun.Rain fell from the glowing sky, It reminded me of an impromptu trip: Siem Reap,Where you said my fingers were like candlesticks,They'd melt in the heat. You weren't...
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As painful as its consequences may be, the fall itself comprises a sort of joy.”
—Benjamin Huang, A Cup of Fine Tea: "We"
About Zeny May
I was born on 6 May 1991. Educated at a convent school for elementary and high-school, a hotel school (I lasted only a year) then transferred to the university where I'm currently taking up Art History.
I've been published in a few online journals and print...
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Zeny May’s Favorite Books
Ocean of Words, Brothers, Beauty and Sadness, Prayer for Owen Meany, morning in the burned house, Breakfast of Champions, In Praise of Shadows
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