our shining moment: a haibun

A few days before this moment, online weather forecast reported not just rainfall but a thunderstorm. More than half of June was eaten by the summer sun, it should not be surprising if the Philippines' monsoon is here to take its part of the pie. Still, palm to palm, my love and I send whispers… Continue reading our shining moment: a haibun

midnight wish

open palms, wet with salt of sweat and tears, reach out outside as glass pane's fog clears, like a yearning new branch of a house-caged vine bending, sneaking, reaching out for sun, these palms, brined with my excreted liquids stretch out to feel the breath of the cold December wind, wishing this same midnight breeze… Continue reading midnight wish