Musings on a stone
I had to run an errand a few days ago, one that required me to go to the market.
Bright lights of neoliberalism
I’m writing this in a city where the local politicians’ faces are larger than the advisory, occasion, or upcoming project...
Born with aniridia
When I was 7 years old, an ophthalmologist told me that I was born with aniridia. It is an eye...
Pilgrimage to self
The bus rumbled and I jolted awake. It was as if I was resurrected from a three-day death trance even...
The day I died
I was 10 years old when my stepfather started molesting me.
No one was ready for Yolanda
I was 13 years old when Super Typhoon “Yolanda” struck causing massive destruction in most parts of Eastern Visayas. I...
In-between place
The City of Pines is an in-between place where people, specifically university students, travel through and where they do not...
Home is the stranger
The backpack was heavy. Inside, the little travel things collided: a green Philippine passport, five sweat-soaked shirts, a pair of...
Manners maketh man
Am I the only one who has noticed that we’re becoming so negative online?
An old woman, a girl and her cellphone
There is this spot along España in Manila, just in front of the University of Santo Tomas, where I usually...
