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12:50:45 am on March 26, 2008 |
She stands with her black face some six inches from the moist window-pane wondering if it would ever stop raining. Her clothes barely warding off the cold, she gripped the cold steel of her umbrella and sighs, ten minutes more. She watches the puddles on the street as rain drums on endlessly on her rusting roof top. Gray clouds stretched on for miles. She worries of Marcelino’s fish traps.
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11:05:31 pm on March 25, 2008 |
The umbrella lay on the sidewalk, oblivious to his anger. That was the last I saw of him, cursing and beating the poor thing because it was stuck—not being of service despite the beating rain. (More …)
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06:46:25 am on March 25, 2008 |
I shivered as I felt the cold wind brush my cheeks as we drove on the bare streets of our neighborhood, past still trees and sleeping houses just an hour before dawn. My father and I were headed to the bus terminal where he would, for the third time since I got into college, be seeing me off.
“You study hard now Tin.” he said as he slowed down the pace of his motorcycle.
He was making more time, more time for his words of advice. Weeks ago I would refer to it as a sermon, but this time it’s different. (More …)
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01:55:34 am on March 25, 2008 |
The sound of bells
and silent chatter
from each side of the isle
and white petals that spread on
the crimson stretch
Behold:
A fairytale of maharlikas and
village maids. (More …)
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10:02:17 am on March 22, 2008 |
When I was eight
I would climb up Lola’s mango tree
On sunny Saturday afternoons
And perch on a branch, I would look down
To see my mother’s smiling face
And wonder why she was not afraid
While Lola would go out of the house
In panic and screams. (More …)
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09:02:38 am on March 22, 2008 |
The tree beside the
mailbox burst of orange blooms
over finger-shaped
leaves that stretched across the sky.
That Tuesday his letters came.
