Alas! ‘Tis one of those vertiginous nights
When shadows find their irking way
Into my heart–my heart, cold and gray.
Lo! The shattered shards of gleeful days,
A most beauteous kaleidoscope
Of rainbows and gaiety–a giddy daze. Continue reading “Meandering Mind”
I go ’round and ’round our story–delving into the varied instances of you and me. I get weary of the persistent, redundant oeuvres that I keep writing about you. Mayhap, if you read my verses, I’m sure, you’ll get tired of them, too. Continue reading “My Dearest You”
Are you still there? Or, are you finally done with me? You see, you like putting me down, don’t you? You also love to see me cry. I hope you’re done and that you’re tired of the never-ending accusations and insinuations that you throw, oh so copiously, on me. Continue reading “To My Tormentor”
Life can be such an arduous ride. Some people get the hardest brunt of it, though. The best part of it, however, is when you find someone who really cares. And then, life can seem a bit better–only because they’re there. Continue reading “To The Kindest Soul I Ever Met”
At the moment, you are lying in a state of coma on my sofa. We just came from the vet and you were scheduled to be given an antibiotic injection. As we arrived at the clinic, you threw up and then went unconscious. I was carrying you in my arms. Continue reading “My Dearest Baui”
During my dragged-out days such as this, when I’m still waiting for my more-than-a-year-old site to get its own regular traffic, I find myself peeking into the blog, again and again and again. You know, that circular vacuum when all you seem to do is log in and out of the web, wishing and praying (seriously) that people take notice of your content and actually engage with you through comments, suggestions, and reactions (Not that this is a piteous passive-aggressive cry for attention, okay? Heheheh).
Tiny corners and tiny nooks,
All for the riveting purpose
Of skimming and reading
Such wondrous books!
Little hearts and little smiles,
Breathing and swimming
To remain curiously alive–
How could you even own
Such beauteous eyes?
Being avid viewers of the beloved ABS-CBN teleserye, FPJ’s Ang Probinsyano, it was a wondrous gift for me and my family to discover that Baron Geisler was, once again, knitted into the story. Offered the challenging role of kontrabida (villain) to Coco Martin’s Ricardo Dalisay, Geisler adds another riveting twist to the ongoing saga. Continue reading “Baron Geisler: Still A Brilliant Star”
During these lean months when everything’s just icky wet and typhoons are always a threat, there’s this one generous tree that keeps me and my family alive. Nay, it isn’t a tree of gold, a money tree, nor one that offers luxurious beauty like those classic stunners that fill up the yards of rich landowners like mahogany, narra, and ficus. It isn’t even the tropical ensemble that normally populates travel brochures and similar tourist advertisements like the beauteous mango tree that grows that delicious fruit, revered and sought-after the whole world over. No, our tree is the humble malunggay (Moringa oleifera or drumstick tree).
Here I was again, needing to cook dinner for the family. I had everything prepared–the ingredients, the cooking utensils, my tummy yelling of hunger (ooops!). The petrol tank was replaced earlier today; hence, I knew that I would be able to finish cooking in no time at all. Well, for those who don’t know, here in the Philippines, a cooking stove is fueled by a petrol receptacle, called LPG or Liquefied Petroleum Gas, that’s directly connected to it via a rubber tube and a control valve. Continue reading “A Writer Cooks With Paper”