Secretly

It must have been Bon Ivler's Stacks that first caught my attention, or the playlist where the song used to be a part of. It might have been the pictures of the city we both love (and loathe). Maybe it is our passion for history, our shared cat personality, the joy we get from sunsets and breathtaking urban landscapes, or our intimate knowledge of trivial facts. It is his interests that kept me

The Weatherman

3:50 amIt was 2 in the morning when he showed up at the front door. Exhaustion covered his face. His faint smile, soft, crackling voice and sleepy eyes made it look like he had just been pulled from the battlefield. Only hours before Pablo's landfall, he had decided to call it a night. His watch began at twilight the day before, and way past daybreak, he was still sending weather advisories only

Kindred

Pahintulutan mo akong dumapo sa ating tagpuan;doon sa iyong panaginip na lagi mong sambitsa ating paghimbing.Sapagkat ngayong gabi, habang ako ay pumapaibabawsa itim na mantel ng langit;sa kabila ng nagyeyelong damdamin at mgasalitang dinadagang ibulong sa hangin,Pinagmamasdan ko pa rin ang iyong liwanag na yumayapos sa lupaat pikit-matang dumadalangin:Na sanaSa pagsikat ng araw at muling

In Transit

"At talagang kinunan mo ng picture ha?"I said while we stood at the bend, on a bridge gutting out of the reclaimed land. In front of us was the other face of the famed bay, seldom seen in postcards but breathtaking and inspiring nonetheless. To the fisher folks who live in ramshackle houses, the bay remains a fulcrum in their see-saw lives. They flocked its shores to mark the passing of another