poems
ABOUT TRASH AND THE THINGS WE TEACH OUR CHILDREN
A mother and her son were walking along the street waiting for a tricycle. I was out in the veranda enjoying the cool morning. The mother hands her son a piece of candy. Without hesitation, she just dropped the wrapper on the street while her son busied himself...
DEALING WITH THE TAXI DRIVERS OF MANILA
Blame him who drove us home yesterday. His demeanor prompted me to finally come up with my own classification of the taxi drivers prowling the streets of Manila. If you find any one of these people familiar, know that you are not alone. My sympathy goes to you, but...
10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT MANILA
Thousands of people flock to Metro Manila thinking this is the land of milk and honey in the Philippines. That could be relatively true. Admittedly, I acknowledge the fact that this place is where I got my sustenance, it is where I met wonderful people who I became...
TO HONOR THY MOTHER
A tale inscribed in ancient history tells of a creation manifested from human clay. Endowed with an impeccable capacity to love, the animated mold graced the earth in silence. Her existence, spanning eras of evolutionary pathways, borne a legacy untarnished in the...
THE POLITICAL GAMBIT
Recent numbers bred hope. Recent visions bred conviction. High hopes of concluding The Filipino’s battle against himself, his circumstances, the system, and the ‘other’ people in the system are now a common song. Collective apprehension rules the spectators on who...
NATIONAL PORTRAIT
This is definitely not an apology for outright ranting. This is a fact that The 2007 Juan dela Cruz* had a certain change of mind. The obvious reality of his country’s sentiments defeats statements of denial and lies. That glint of hope he was optimistic about has...