Bad things happen on normal days. On normal hours. On normal activities, like plugging your phone to charge after completely draining its battery, because, sure, phones need to get a full charge every once in a while, only for it
Welcome home! It’s been a while, so please take your shoes off and find your slippers. Get cozy. This won’t be long. I don’t have all time in the world, but I’ll make time for little things. For this person,
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
