Tumbang Preso

Huhuhu. I cry. For the irony of it.

Sheilfa, some questions don't have answers. One of those questions is why people we think we love do not love us. I have asked myself t...

I have thought it over. I think it is just my ego. Nothing to do with love. Grudge maybe. Gets back at you as a need. A seedy thing. I ...

Had flattened mounds full of garbage into a picnic lawn. Planted it with carabao grass. Now I’m into rocks. I should have been a mason ...

Dear Sara, Because as a documentor and writer I have always been taught that the world is something that happens before my eyes, or b...

There is something I have swallowed. A  little sac filled to full capacity with little people with little names crowding themselves in ...

There is something I did not tell you. Did I mention to you I once have a shaman friend? She read my palms and said there are so many b...