Chimmy Meer



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In the poem I write there is production. There is a factory or a plantation. A field of flowers or a field of laborers. It is a poem about farmers or nurses or a mountain that looms in the background …

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Time Does Not Heal All Wounds: On Writing Poetry as Document

All her life my grandmother, Teresita Meer, taught at the University of Santo Tomas. She was the second eldest daughter among 13 siblings, and her family resided in a compound, once a big house, in Navotas City. Already deteriorated by the time I was born in 1994. My father would tell stories of how my grandmother’s father, Lolo Anghel, was a fierce activist imprisoned during Martial Law.

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