Tag Archive: writing

Explaining “Torpe” to a Non-Filipino

Third in the series of trying to define non-translatable Filipino words to a non-speaker of the language. It may have a direct translation say to another romance language, but as for English, I… Continue reading

The Way We Were

There was never a time more empowering than the day I left. You were sitting at the dining room table, putting cream in your coffee, as I lugged my suitcase out of our… Continue reading

Stayin’ Alive

It was peculiar; that pouncing beat that pounds the head against the drying pillars, all reflections were the mismatched pills taken quietly whenever the DJ pauses — music, magic, and ecstacy living amidst… Continue reading

The Sound of Music

Close and think: favorite smell is grass right after dawn, the sunlight tinting the night’s dew: frolick and lie down, jump if you can; running the body across the sharp — yet safe… Continue reading

Newfoundland: A Newcomer’s Perspective || Spoken Word

A Canada Day tribute to my adopted home:     Related articles Nine Days of Newfoundland – Day 5 (nomaddness.wordpress.com) Have a drink, kiss a fish: Just another Saturday night, Newfoundland-style (bangordailynews.com) As… Continue reading

The Man That Got Away

Dear — While searching for a friend of mine on Facebook, your name popped up. My browser still knows how many times I’ve opened your profile. And like an addict, I clicked your… Continue reading

Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend

Just like last time and the time before that, after he had wiped off the cum from his pants, he rushed out the door; one thing was different though: this time, he didn’t… Continue reading

Why the Philippines is Not Gay-Friendly || Spoken Word

  Spoken Word poetry written for pride week in the Philippines.   Related articles Sham tolerance of LGBTs in PH (opinion.inquirer.net) What It’s Like To Be Gay In The Philippines (thoughtcatalog.com) Filipinos join… Continue reading

People

“Singledom” — what a fascinating colloquial, just as the harvest moon masks her dried cheeks we strap our garters tighter as belts expand, gazing against the cracked reflection of yester-more’s public washroom, the… Continue reading

My Heart Will Go On

6am: Eyes snapping open hours before alarm rings Burnt toast Flavoured cereal Old juice Newspapers printed in gibberish 9am Foggy computer screen Bland coffee Paper clips tangled Disarranged documents A tap on the… Continue reading