Body Snatchers February 26, 2006
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She had scissors in her bag and I was thinking, where was the best place to get stabbed? On the bed? The shower? I went to shower for the second time. I was actually just going to wash my crotch and my chest where she had made a zig-zag pattern with a combination of bites [...]
Sunday January 22, 2006
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again there was you, in a different form
in a natural light,
had i been looking upwards,
i wouldn’t have seen how near you were,
how close i was to wishing
for something that could never be mine,
instead, i rest my face on your shoulder
and wonder why i hadn’t done this before….
2 Women January 13, 2006
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Corazon, 42, technically a cousin but address her like an aunt, daughter of my mother’s 1st cousin, has a collection of Basil Valdez LPs, never had a boyfriend, runs a small motorcycle parts store she refuses to absent from, missed her only niece’s wedding, sees ghosts, was courted once by a ghost, would embrace her [...]
What i saw when i fell and i said, jesus, jesus, my sweet father… January 13, 2006
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Act-1 / Tongue January 12, 2006
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We were talking about Troy
when we kissed, I thought
am I defensive, do I find
the insistence of your tongue,
too sudden for words, there aren’t
any except the ridges of your teeth,
I run over them, deciphering
deciding to find my meanings,
something less solid than flesh,
thicker than spit,
I reach as far as I can
but there’s only tongue
and more tongue
indomitably [...]
Saturday, 8:32 AM January 7, 2006
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The trails of Binmaley’s fishponds are the most transitory of landscapes. Every so often, owners feel a need to deepen the ponds and they dump the black, muddy mass over the trails and pathways, changing its shape, width and vegetation growth. When I was 8, I was walking among cogon taller than I was, its [...]
Misery January 7, 2006
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When in despair, she does either of two things;tell the truth about it, or lie spectacularly. In her blog, an entry made the day after her daughter left for the holidays, she was composed, calm. Am I lying, she wondered? Yet it felt real like the pimple just below her right lower lip, a small, [...]
December 28, 2005
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It was Mig’s first time to see trains. My aunt’s apartment was at the end of a dead-end street. Nothing much happened there except an occasional argument by drivers as to who gets the better parking space. My aunt’s housekeeper only wore her heavy, two-tone metal watch when she went out. Inside the apartment, [...]
Getting Familiar With It December 27, 2005
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One drawback about uploading photos which I love doing, is that here in wordpress, inserting an image means uploading its URL address, which means that you have to store your photos online…patience, patience, patience…
Two Good Things December 27, 2005
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First good thing; getting a WordPress.com blog. Second good thing; getting rid of Internet Explorer and switching to Mozilla Firefox. I love blogspot.com;
in a medium that is always in a state of constant change, loyalty is a comforting thing to hold onto. But writing expands whether you like it or not and takes you into [...]
