Two poles of a magnet
I’m Yvan, and I’m a magnet. I attract failures, rejections, and disappointments in life. I have the desire to serve...
Moving out and moving on
There’s a house I used to inhabit with a man I’ve loved for a while now but we never signed...
My first ghostly encounter
The clattering sounds I thought were coming from the arboreal animals were actually coming from the unexplainable. I was 10...
A little town’s tale
Last Oct. 18 and 19, Typhoon “Lando” unleashed its wrath on North and Central Luzon, and the tiny town of...
Rotten hearts make good compost
The first time my skin bled from scraping my knee, I didn’t cry. It took three washes to remove the...
My piece of childhood
It’s been 18 years since I’ve been to Baguio. So when my friends invited me for an unplanned, spontaneous trip...
No stranger to distance
The sound of airplanes, the LED screen showing departure and arrival times, the way to the airport—I am very familiar...
Season to taste
When I was 9 years old, I tasted something new. I was visiting the Philippines with my father. Red-hot charcoal...
The anatomy of loneliness
Recently, on a Facebook group, someone posted asking what the loneliest moment in our life was and I got to...
Getting lost, growing up
People say that to be found you must first experience the bliss of getting lost. I never understood why people...
