In a crossfire — i bend my back to accommodate the pain ruffled feathers, bleeding through like a bullet around my neck i hang my wounds over my breast. -Random words. It’s been an exhausting day. Just wanted to say Hi after being away for so long. Continue reading »
Category Archives: When I Write
My own literary works whether its a short story, poetry or a stand alone scene
Second Tongue
There is a strangeness To a second tongue Navigating through my mouth As it utters sound, Form words Whose meaning are half-baked Translations of my mother thoughts. I let my mouth move— Stretching and contracting My lips forming foreign sounds For foreign letters, Uttering alien phrases To be understood By an open world. … Continue reading »
This can’t wait.
I thought this would never happen… But I’m a real writer. I got a job as a writer. So here’s to taking the road less travel! Here’s to taking chances! Here’s to transitions! I just wanted to share the news. Continue reading »
A Rainy Monday Walk
It’s been a raining for the past few days. Tonight, I take my usual route home, a 15-minute walk through a village from a neighborhood café. It’s merely drizzling, but the air is cold and the green jacket I’m wearing is barely keeping me warm. But the chilly wind doesn’t bother me. I like it … Continue reading »
Beautiful Mundane Things
A few weeks ago, I wrote about my recent realization about my writing (as seen here). Since then, I tried to be more open to the experience, to the muse and to writing itself. One late evening (or should I say early morning, as it was 1:30am) I began to type a few lines. The … Continue reading »
To Look, to Live, to Write
I was at the university library looking for a particular poetry collection by a local poet. It’s been a while since I’ve immersed myself in poetry. The sudden dry spell in my own writing had made reading poetry a little too depressing. My search for the local poet’s book was an assignment I had to … Continue reading »
Moving
Nobody tells you when you move about the little break in your heart as you pack everything that made your old space home (and how cold the last few days are). Nobody tells you how the new space with your old things feel like a square peg in a round hole and how life turns … Continue reading »
Sayang: Wasting Everything for a Dream
I decided to test this newfound sense of self with my eldest brother. I was sitting on the sofa and we were talking about my future and my current state of joblessness. I expressed having no desire to come back next semester to take my comprehensive exam (the last requirement before I get to work … Continue reading »
Yeah, I want to be a Writer.
Dear Dad, I want to be a writer. Yes, yes, yes, I spent so many years studying in college and taking graduate studies to be famous, wealthy and successful, but I have come to question the value of that. You once told me I could be anything, yet like a true businessman, you never let … Continue reading »
A Reason for Hope
I stir as the sun shines on my face, a consequence I live with having no drapes. Part annoyed, part disturbed I make my way out of bed and into the kitchen. Living alone has its drawbacks. I no longer wake to the smell of bacon or the aroma of coffee. I wake with the … Continue reading »
