In my pale boxers, I lean on the railings of the balcony, a can of pineapple juice in one hand, a lit cigarette burning a hole through me in another. My cellphone is… Continue reading
When the curtain falls, we see RICK inside a room of a motel. Knock. Rick doesn’t budge. The door opens and JOE enters. RICK You’re late. JOE Sorry po. Daming tao sa Recto.… Continue reading
I drink pineapple juice to detoxify myself. 100% del monte, fiber-enriched. I stare at the mess of last night, postponing the clean-up. That’s always what sucks about a party, innit? Grabbing the broom,… Continue reading
Now you are As I was before When I met You were wide- Eyed and innocent Then three years Ago now You are stronger for Then you were A child now You are Still but when I see You… Continue reading
Malate, what is you? What is you whose center kills us, dragging sore feet through your doors, newly-laundered from a hard night’s release, what is you? What is you, spiked temptation, whose slaves… Continue reading
Warm beer around the ashtray of a slut. Toasting fury over drunken trembles. Finding rapid exits here at Sarah’s. Uneaten isaw wand’ring frigid now.
“The heart wants what the heart wants. Even that which is worst for it.” “Yes, Hippolyta, we Amazons are warriors. But we are women, too.” – Wonder Woman (2009) Her name,… Continue reading