the studio of Lui Bacaltos and the hounds in Heaven
16 September 2008
a s e c r e t l i f e poems
Born in Manila in 1984 is a rising star of the Philippine literary vanguard. Renowned primarily as a performance poet fronting the art band U T A K A N this is her first unpublished collection of intimate verses.
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