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Loneliness, a presence of someone who always has been there even before you were ; the unseen side of being alone. The forgotten vaguely in a touch …a scent …a pain light as a mist. . . gone… leaving you to fathom what forever was without a name, Advertisements Continue reading Untitled

Repentance

Lashed to the mast of selfish yesteryears To words unspoken, and the moment lost, I live the instant in recurring fears For no atonement now could find its cost If I could only take the years back now and hold your hand, unsay all that you heard all would I give to kiss your distressed … Continue reading Repentance

The Garden

There comes a time in a man’s life that he begins to be aware of a world his senses cannot read, cannot describe, lacking the ability to grasp its form yet strangely aware that it is there… Like a man that has traveled through a garden of great beauty then suddenly comes upon an empty … Continue reading The Garden

Coming Home: A Glimpse of Filipino Culture Unveiled in my Childhood Home

The capiz shell windows nods an assent at my arrival to my childhood home. The cool molave floors glisten to welcome a familiar set of footprints tiptoeing almost dancing on its hard surface. My eyes are held captive by the iridescent glow of an antique lamp. I am in our sala and a whiff of … Continue reading Coming Home: A Glimpse of Filipino Culture Unveiled in my Childhood Home