Tumbang Preso

Desires what of that. Those are for ordinary mortals. They eat they fornicate they use themselves up and then they die. ...

A young writer came up to me today. You write so well, she said. What is your technique? I felt diluted. Like I really wasn’t the talent I ...

You poison kings and generals messing around your bed, but not an orphan rat hiding among your treasure vault. You can't ...

It's just him with some of the usual failings, I know. Nothing against me. Nothing against Shirley. Nothing against anyone. M...

photo by jon roberts Dear Anna. I'm sorry if I didn’t get you right the first time. What I get for not looking back. Pigcawayan is a lon...

photo by talisa Remember the cat they dumped at our gate? Who would have thought it would survive? Then a couple of nigh...

Dear Lia. I didn’t get the job with the natdems. Maybe I will not ever again. Goodbye struggle. Goodbye rebolusyon. Goodbye Mao ...

Did I tell you I’m done with cats? Yes, I was. Until about two nights ago when, tired from a week-long work and travel betwee...

I live on a street which has no name. My landlady calls it the shortcut street to Ma-a highway, which I didn’t know existed until a few days...

The writers’ workshop was just concluded. I was temporarily staying at André’s place with Andre still around but was packing. She was to ...