Lola’s HandsI see a map, a familiar one. It has a landscape contoured not with summits and abysses, not with springs and deserts, not with fields and…Mar 14, 2016Mar 14, 2016
Lost Children and Their RefugeThey are random strangers plying the streets of (some) highly urbanized Filipino cities. No, they aren’t the archetypal daily commuters…Mar 14, 2016Mar 14, 2016
Balloons Don’t Fly Away All by ThemselvesWhen you free someone close to you for reasons you have known all along spell of his/her happiness, you free a big part of yourself, if not…Mar 14, 2016Mar 14, 2016
Up to the BoondocksThe playfulness of the world is an adult’s jealous longing to journey back to the old times. As he kisses goodbye to the carefree joys of…Mar 14, 2016Mar 14, 2016
The Passage of TimeI can’t afford to be so naïve so as to dismiss the young faces around me. Their energetic flair, gusto for knowledge, thirst for adventure…Mar 14, 2016Mar 14, 2016
