Everything Bends

I almost forgot that this year was the first time I ever attended Metro Manila Pride. It was just six months ago and I totally forgot it was this same year that it happened. And that was one of the best moments of the year for me. That day was filled with so much joy…Read more Everything Bends



I didn't mean to be here, sitting up on my bed in the country, mother in the room across the open door of mine and my father down the steps in his, like some dungeon, dark and cold just like how he likes it, down below on the ground level near the dining room. I…Read more Accidents

The Silence is Fragile

The silence is fragile here in this space between us; easily broken by the sudden rush of the words, like bullets, like an avalanche, like a meteor storm, and drowning out the nothingness with sentiments and the little sparks that we hope would ignite the tinder and kindling in our hearts.   Here is such…Read more The Silence is Fragile

Victim (draft)

On the road from Cadiz back to Bacolod, traveling faster than nostalgia can catch up with, I am struck dumb by the changing scenery before me: cane fields standing erect, at full attention under the gentle warmth of this good day's sun and then shifts to bare land, just recently harvested. It is faster than…Read more Victim (draft)


there are spaces in-between tangible things, something that must be traversed to get from one moment to the next. not all fragments of time are remembered -- these pieces of our history are spent with little things and little actions like waiting, waiting in line, waiting for the bus, signing cheques, calling for pizza, walking…Read more threshold