The hardest part of a job is to pretend you are working. An hour seems a lifetime especially during Monday...
Poetry
Poetry is a classic love letter.
Sometimes, When I can't think of something to write, I blame the hot weather on a cold December. I heard...
Echo Valley, Sagada Remember me in your prayers. Cleanse my name through your solitude and contemplation. At least, do me...
As I step inside the bus, As it moves its wheels, To somewhere, somewhere, Wherever the road leads us, I...
The gate at midnight. Photo by Loleng. Lights off, the world is sleeping. Dogs howl, cricket's watching. The stream flows;...
