They always ask the good questions. Tough ones. Ones that’ll make me fidget and think, “Oh, boy. I know this feeling. I’ve been there once, but I never got to ask these questions before.” Because, frankly, I never had someone
There are lights snuffed and lights about to be snuffed; this week, I found myself looking at the melted candles, wondering the traces of warmth in them. The could have beens. The what ifs. But there’s no pondering now. Only
Iidlip sa sahigdantay ang buwan na parang unanhumihilik sa banayad na sipol nghanginhingabalot ng kumot na lupa, unti-unting yumayapossa buto’t balat na katawangigising sa pagbukasng bunganga na umagangkakain sa nalalabing pag-asagapiraso ng palad TRANSLATION: slumber on the floorclutching the moon
I just put the phone down while I’m writing this draft. My insides are shaking. “How old are you?” Auntie Awing first asked when she realized it was me answering the phone. There was no one else to answer, by
It’s September and there are things I have to accept. One, I have grown wider. Most of my old clothes don’t fit. My skin bulked up and grew thicker, taking place of the flimsy bones, the easily-wounded flesh. My arms
You know the way, you trust your feet, but you don’t always get the hold of the ground. It happens. Slipping. Falling backwards. Rolling down the precipice and back into the place where you struggled to climb. You could be
