My real name means soldier. My nickname means love. I write on weekdays, on weekends, in a small corner at home where there’s quiet, or whenever I have a notebook. On Sundays, I teach kids about The Greatest Love Ever. And make them draw. And sing. And laugh with all sorts of funny things so they’ll grow up with lots of joy in their heart. I am the daughter of a pastor who knows the only righteous thing is loving.
I draw. I take photos. I write songs. Some of them have been sung by choirs (see Music). I make poems. I have a few published by journals and anthologies, including the beloved 1001 Knights and Not Very Quiet. I plan to write more on my Instagram, Caris Writes. I work as a copywriter. Occasionally, I write short stories. I learn from experience and I think bravery is also taking small steps forward to stay alive.
I am from the Philippines. I laugh a lot and I am not very tall. I love stories. I hope you feel not alone here. x
We did not know his name when we stepped into his tricycle. All I know was we’re late, and the other tricycle boy forfeited his chance for some reason I didn’t know. I greeted him in the same fashion, “Tatay,
Under the bed of chains where you strapped me in my tattered red pajamas I wail at the sunHowling at the loss of the moon who sang me lullabies before the nightmares. You walkedafloat the floor in flipflops, I stayquietly
A.k.a. eleven for August 11. It started after a short walk. Or a semi-long walk. Under the rain, under a beaten umbrella that turns upside down at the huff of a strong wind. I got back to the church carrying
I need to get used to this new body. Instead of frail skin dripping down my arms, there’s flesh — a full, protein-rich slab cramped under my once soft skin. I am heavier. Weightier. I feel the gravity from my
Talasa durungawan ni Bathalakanlungan ng mga kandilangdi nauupossa biyaya kipkip ang panalanging hindi nasasaidsa mga labing nakapiitpilit na umaawit ng mga imnong mapait TRANSLATION: Star by the window of God shelter to the candles that do not wane in the
I have a Tiny Letter! Please subscribe if you want me to send you (love) Letters to Strangers. I write about poems and stars and why you should keep your embers close to the heart so you will remain warm and on fire. And not alone. See you?
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