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
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