Poetry
by J. Salvador
Dear dark: tonight the brownout took the whole street, and for once the city and I were the same shade. A slim cycle of letters addressed to the hours the light cannot supervise — candle stubs, last jeepneys, the sentences that only survive being said unseen. J. Salvador's most-shared collection, best read by exactly one lamp.
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J. Salvador
2 books on KATHA · Poetry · Quezon City
Writes prose poems shaped like letters to the dark — brownouts, candlelight, and the hour after the last jeepney.
Also the author of After Midnight.