my teeth are missing

once we hear the rustlesof plastic bag, the heavy footsteps of my dad tired from a day-long toil, we know it's here. the treat we call Indian mangoes. Kings ofPhilippines summer (inhouses where cheaper varieties were considered best) dressed in grass-greenits flesh more honey than vinegar. if you're luckyat its center you may getyour own… Continue reading my teeth are missing

on borders and tea

brown, a burnt one, is the colour of this table with edges as perfect as the borders of some nations with OCD in geometry, atop there are tea, two types, the calming chamomile i take during those days of the month because it helps relieve the cruel clenching of my ovary, and there is green… Continue reading on borders and tea

praying nets

mix mud and heavy raindrops, a murky puddle void of the skill to mirror even the slightest silhouette, pour some more, pour some more, until it overpours into a snake-shaped waterway flowing gently in May, in a rugged rush on monsoon days, either way, on it, lays the floating wood and men with paddle arms… Continue reading praying nets

little girls with chocolate cake feet

A two-minute quick sprint out of a wooden house with wiggling eight-step stairs ("our" because we live there, but is not really ours at all) and I and my two sisters are out of reach of our mom's arms carrying the fourth young mouth of the family. Under a soft-roast summer noon, bare feet and little… Continue reading little girls with chocolate cake feet

The Bloodiest Leaf

My friends love either spring or summer with the shining bright soleil. I am the odd fan of fall. The only kid who loves to see trees go skeletal. Little do they know the leaf-less twigs also scared me. But I still love fall because of my granny! She lives in a brick red house… Continue reading The Bloodiest Leaf

Bus Girl

Stealthy as she has always been, I almost jumped when she wrapped her delicate arms around me. Age has made it more difficult to stand in an almost jam-packed bus, but the whiff of her freshly bathe scent distracted me the most. Oh, how time flies. *** It was my first day in a new… Continue reading Bus Girl

Childhood Treasures

Look at the world with the child's eye - it is very beautiful. - Kailash Satyarthi I am a millennial. I am one of those billions born during the 90’s. Titanic was a hit during that time. Pixar’s first animated movie, Toy Story was shown, technology becomes revolutionary, Philippines was hit by a strong earthquake and… Continue reading Childhood Treasures