Haikulang
Haiku Lang ‘Sa, dal’wa’t, tatlo: Linya ng mga gago, ‘Wari’y mabigat Hay, Ulan Naiwang payong, S’mama sa estranghero: Napakalandi. Hi Ko Lang Binabang sal’min, Kamot sa kanyang bewang: Dedmang pagbati. Hay, Ako Lang… Continue reading
Tag Archive: writing
Gay Men’s Rules for Dating Gay Men
The words rules and gay should ideally never appear together in the same sentence. In a global community that is still conflicted about its attitude towards the LGBT, the roots of being gay… Continue reading
By the twin dogs of harbour park
By the twin dogs of harbour park, first dates begin, sweat beads greeting under meticulously gelled hair, stretched across the shaded bench, watching yachts glide across the still Atlantic. Strangers breathing the summer breeze lounge around… Continue reading
Over the Rainbow
Do you remember the fantastic? Well, I do. I remember the little boy, sitting at the dining room table, trying his darndest to master cursive writing. He had been taught before that letters… Continue reading
As Time Goes By
9:43am Gudmrning! Hw ws brkfst, hve a good day @ work. 9:45am LOL. cereal isnt a meal 9:47am eggs, bacon, tomato sandwch. mmmmmh 🙂 9:50am yes, it was THAT good. 9:51am i still… Continue reading
Singin’ in the Rain
From afar, you’d be able to hear the patters of loafers as they ran to their doors, newspapers covering their hair. The mustached flower man grumbles as he packs the remaining daisies to… Continue reading
Moon River
both feet stepping on the sharp wet rocks — and six-inch stilletoes tied against the neck — wading the length of the dragon river — mascara pouring down the face to mix with… Continue reading
White Christmas
His postcards always came in, at least a day before its maximum. Together with the rest, what a bundle stacked higher than the bible, and filled with almost as much sorrow. This time,… Continue reading
Mrs. Robinson
“Mrs. Robinson, language, please,” the doctor said. Mrs. Robinson put down her teacup, quite agitated that her sharing of her latest adventures had been cut short. “Why, pardon me, kind sir. I was… Continue reading
When You Wish Upon a Star
Thou that illuminates the Eastern sky; celestial gas, queen of the deep night, thou that shines off lampposts and candlelights and cigarettes, twinkle, trinkle, tinkle star: thou that the astronomers fantasize; that the… Continue reading