“Are you an art student?” I asked him. He looked up and smiled at me. Charming, with his dark rimmed glasses and dimples. We were in the dark and dusty university library. He sat on the floor, Indian style, reading “The Letters of Vincent Van…
Ever since I embraced my natural curly hair, it had been heaven and hell. I have spent so much money on conditioners and hundreds of hours inside the bathroom. While the boyfriend falls in love with my locks everyday, I have to keep reminding him…
(Written by Leo “Papa Bear” Antazo) He’s running. Running as fast as his feet could carry him. He’s made a choice. A choice free of guilt and illusions. Free of turmoil and darkened eye bags. Free of anger and the circular motion of bickering over…
She clasped her cellphone with clammy hands. She has never done anything like this before. A matching service. But she has decided and nervously fills up an online form. Revealing every single detail of her private life. It might work. She may find happiness after…
I sit staring at this raw lilac beauty , delighted at how it was juxtaposed among dead twigs and other unnamed wild plants, yet remaining resplendent even under the twilight streaks. Little things you won’t really notice. “What are you looking at? “, he asks,…
(Written by Ran Manansala) She left the airport to dine in the nearest café. Her fingers tapped the wooden top rhythmically, pout lips humming a tune. She could not help but reminisce. The smell of his aftershave lingered in her thoughts. The anticipation rose every…
Right now, I hate her for coming into my life and with all her might tried to make me hike and climb. I spent so much on climbing gear and shoes just to please her but, I never used them. For thirty-five years, I have…
She gingerly picked up the pen and looked out into the window. She misses him. They have not seen each other for a year. She cried at the thought of him waiting for her return. The paper was crisp white and new. Smelling of the…
(Written by Lydia Villacrusis) We always moved in tandem: sang as a duet; partnered on the dance floor; did back-to-back seminars; shared CLP talks; jointly raised the kids; prayed hand-in-hand. It was no big surprise when one day, he brought home a tandem bike, a…
(Written by Sofia Barton) I was in a record store looking for a Miles Davis that day. Right across the room, she stood there, fixated on counting her change that the cashier just handed over. She walked hurriedly my direction, near the exit, and unknowingly bumped…