Letter #27: Twelve
Hello, Lia. You turned 12 today. I am walking in the arid, sticky…
Home 2
Letter #26: Loving You Like a Haribon
Hello, Lia. By the time you read this, I would’ve told you that…
The world is f*cked, but I still love it and my soft heart hurts.
Walking in the world with a soft heart after Aaron Bushnell’s self-immolation, three deaths, and seeing the poor slapped by systemic failure.
I celebrate my birthday, soaked in rainwater, mothering a sick kid
Thirty-nine years. No longer out for blood – my own, always. No shards…
When I think of leaving, I remember my daughter the night we lost the elections
I’m tired of this shithouse of a country:its coddling with thieves and tyrants,…
41 kilometers
News: The Halo Space delivers the ultimate flight experience, taking adventurous souls to…
In every sheepfold
A black sheep banishedBy meek lambs for breaking freeOf a wooden fenceWhile they…
When I send my sexual abuse poems to Western magazines, they always end up rejected
My poems are orphans in blood-stained underwear waiting for an arm to reach…
Even the scarred can dream on new year’s eve
A hopeful New Year’s poem, written on New Year’s Day 2023, while recovering from a heartbreak
Sailing together
After W.S Merwin’s Traveling Together If we are lost at sea I willwait…
For my niece struggling with bipolar disorder
There is a darkness in this world that even the world can’t put a…
Ways I resist our colonizers
My “Third World” tongue is learned in wars. Putang ina, gago, and tarantado taste…
A letter from a Filipina to potential foreign mates
Listen: the ones in my past lives tanked my heart in a war zone…
A 40th Birthday Boudoir Photo Shoot (and Some Takeaways)
*CONTENT WARNING: Mention of sexual assault and suicide. Please proceed only if you…
Distant love smells like
The musty trees of your old letters, alphabet hanging from twigs. Ylang ylang blooms…
I don’t like makahiya
Because I associate everything with love: weeds, parenting, work, roads, food, Netflix shows,…