Though it seems out of date, it rings timeless (and inspired by the ghost of my conscience). Not by that fool, unhinged and stuck on the 1st of April. How that came to be, I don’t know. The fool that ...
As I write this, I struggle to find fault or some grievance to remember him by. It’s a struggle I now pledge to embrace until that day comes. That day I can share his candor and kindness. And learn to...
LOVINGLY DEDICATED to someone who said it was “easy to write a CHILDREN’S STORY.” My biggest Shukran for making me scramble with one. One that tells us, we do seem to create our own monsters – a...
(Part I) Often, the more fascinating kind spring out of the blue, like an unread Louis L’ Amour among PG-18 stuff. Or, a leather-boot-strutting Cool Uncle’s visit, light years off-grid, and spotting y...
On July 29, in the Lower House’s Committee on Human Rights’ fourth inquiry into the “Drug War Years,” victims anew shared their ordeals. Their accounts aimed to put a human face on a ‘War’ that left t...
In 2172 B.C., one degree down the equator, an island town’s mass exodus started simmering at dusk. CCTV Cameras trained on choice spots all over the island town – split into The Ghetto North and The P...
In response to a dear teacher’s ask on my take, re: The PBBM-VP Sara “Rift” and the latter’s resignation as DepEd Secretary and NTF-ELCAC Vice Chair, I proffer but an echo, an eighth sense of the insi...
In a recent voice chat – somewhat reminiscent of the TV show “Kids Say the Darndest Things” – Hannah, my twelve-year-old niece, delightfully schooled me on writing and on a gut-core matter I’ve been ...
Soft snores stirred to a quiet, and the face – firm and fiery, of many a protest against man’s folly – broke into a naughty smile. Freshly-brewed coffee won’t fail me now. Anyway, the mischief seemed ...
In whatever age – to the Fisherman, the lake is family. A brother, he most hours of the day wrestled with for one more day with the oars. His boat was a brother, too. Like his fathers before him, the ...