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Traditions
The red-orange hue of the fading sunlight cast a pale glow on the walls of the house. It indicated that the summer night would be warm, if not hotter than the day that struck 39 degrees. The old Sombreto stared at passing birds...
Two Poems on the Philippines
Sampaguita
The flower sold;their faith restored.
The Philippines: A living Beach House
A living beach house is what the Philippines is.A place with endless fiestas and parties, Filipino culture isimmersed in.
The tropical beaches to relax along the coastline, and partiesmeeting lasting friendly faces and their grinning...
Tinnitus
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It started out innocently. One casual greeting at a time, a nod of recognition from across the room, a synchronized laugh. None of it had to mean anything.
He seemed harmless, at first, quiet and shy, not the sort who could ever be...
Missing People
in missing person’s cases,
they only ever see the things that get left behind.
never the people.
lowercase letters surrounded by dried petals,
a sorrowful silence filled the amber skies.
desperation crawled
curiosity sinking into the deepest parts of skin.
a rotting bourbon car stood,
peering into wild trees, seemingly waiting.
scarlet...
The Average of All Mediocre Success
At two o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, Max, the average of all mediocre success, experienced the lowest point of his music career: Nothing dramatic like being kicked out of a record label’s office under a pouring rain or receiving threats from an irate...
The Old Trees Deep in Manila
It’s on Sunday mornings,
When I walk toward stores
To replenish a week’s supply of grocery items,
That I see you.
Old surviving trees.
The dignified narra,
The unfurling dapdap,
And the humongous (and ominous) balete,
Still gracing ancient streets deep in the city,
Shading the sidewalks,
And dispersing beauty:
The green leaves,
The rough...
