Born to be Wild
against steel highways crossing over prairie land and unto the bleak western sunlight i rear the skull-topped bike o Bessy and rev up pumping to 80 before pushing on the rusted throttle dreadlocks… Continue reading
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9 to 5
9 to 5 it is your shift. From 9 to 5, our souls are cut. Eaten by the faceless suits. From 9 to 5, we are slipping into a meat grinder, marrow and… Continue reading
Sept
4 August 2012. Katipunan. 9pm. My umbrella has a hole in it. My feet are dirty from the grit of the darkened puddles. Home is many minutes away. 12 by cab. 30 by… Continue reading
Hi!
He was smoking in front of me. Two tables over, I was shuffling a stack of papers. It took a flick of his hand and the ashes flew through the breeze. I brushed… Continue reading
The Moon
Soft. Her heels clicked behind me. Soft. The baying of a chained dog. Soft. The rumbling through her purse for lipstick, to make her kisses vivid. Soft. The smoke of grilled barbeque and… Continue reading