grief
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Afterwards
I was running for my dear life to catch the connecting flight to Daraga. The cause of all this huffing and puffing, and the cold, clammy sweat filming my forehead, actually began in Davao when my flight to Cebu was delayed for almost two hours. The runway had been closed for an hour for reasons Continue reading
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This is How I Understand Grief, Solitude
This is how I understand Grief: When the crisp and hollow wailing of our neighbor In front of her dead son Lost its consonants and the trail of Vowels seems to me the last echo In her womb. This is how I understand Solitude: I sit in a park bench And no one sits beside Continue reading
Being Here, Now. 