Tumbang Preso

      She is the one I come here for, and every time, I see her shrinking smaller and smaller into her lost se...

I sometimes wish there was more to Mary. I was sitting with Berkis, on the checkered blue linoleum mat that, had my wishes been granted,...

The bird. Somethingto be sad about. Where will you be by then? he asked. In my goddamn life, I said. Gift-giving, self-giving, the bastard s...

Old and new, new and old, intones one poet, in a poem about gifts of love and friendship. Which brings to mind a gay critic-friend’s more c...

Growing up in Doruelo country is a bad preparation for a study in Marawi, though I recall no such apprehensions when I was fi...

Imagine entering a Muslim household in the month of the Ramadhan and before you could make a customary greeting the host greets you with...