Sabihin mo kung ano ang kasalanan ko.Sambitin mo muli ang pangalan ko.Pantayan mo naman ang mga mata ko.Masdan mo saglit ang awang ng mga labi ko. ‘Di naman yata patas na limutin mo na lang ako?Bigyan mo naman ako ni isang pagkakataon.Ibubulong ko sa ‘yo ang panawagan ko.Hihimayin ko para sa ‘yo ang mungkahi ko.

I pick at memories like scabs on juvenile knees. When I do, they never heal quite the right way. The scars they form turn deep and guttural and ugly. Last month, I started applying healing balm over the scars I made. Although it didn’t soothe the lumpy skin, I like to think that I’m doing

Sa loob ng sampung segundo,napatigil ako sa presensya ng aking idolo.Nang kanyang buksan at bagtasin ang pintuang gawa sa salamin,Pumasok sa maginaw na kwarto ang mainit na ihip ng hangin. Bitbit ang kwaderno sa braso at bolpen sa kamao,Handa na siya sa isang digmaan ng mga artikulo.Tahimik, walang imik, ngunit mga mata’y nangungusap.Tanging sandata ay

A flap of a butterfly’s wings causes a hurricane on the other side of the world. I’ve used the idea countless times in my works, often to my own amusement. The surreality of the saying hooked readers and me alike, it was an interesting phrase to start with. But that was just it- a phrase.

My eyes traced the corners of the frame I was facing. Ah, clouded dreams reflecting on the city’s lights. I looked above and saw a flying dove. It’s like me, flying in a direction she can’t see. How did I get from being a girl full of wonder to a woman who could barely affirm