(First posted here.) There are certain truths you can speak only to walls. The electric fan droned. So this is what it feels like. I stare at the microscope on the desk. The weight of years crashed into me like the volume of a hundred radios cranked beyond their limits. The weight of years, both…

(First posted here.)   Hindi ko maalala kung saan ko nakilala si Ramon. Pinipilit ko maalala pero parang mental palos. Papasikatin ko ang mga salitang ‘yan. Mental palos. Kahapon limang beses ko ginamit ang salitang ‘kaybangis’ and what do you know, maya-maya’y narinig ko na itong ginagamit ng mga kaklase ko. Bukas ipapauso ko ang pagsuot…

(First posted August 21, 2011)   And so if you’re going to do it, Dante, and if you know what it means to the world and to you, especially, then I’ll have you know that I have your back. But if we can still avoid that turn of events, I will try. And if that…

(Thirty days starting August 21, 2011, I was to write something, anything, fictional. Most of these were studies for a novel.)   Nobody will admit to the kinds of battles we have to fight these days. No one knows where they happen, how, and why. But they leave us bleeding. And bleeding sucks. My name…

The idea is to look for shooting stars. And when you find it, you’ll find Everyone who never believed in you Still don’t, and never will Everyone who had faith in you Knew you had it in you all along And so the truth is not in what Other people think, ever. Every dream gets…

Well, why not? View full page here. (Originally posted over here.)  

This one I did under one hour for a poetry-reading session at U.P. I don’t know why I had to be there in the first place, but the night was over and the sentiment’s no less real. First posted noong Apr 13, 2004 sa bulilyaso.blogdrive.com. Nobody said it was going to be easy But it…

(Sinulat ko itong naive little gem nung high school, pero nai-upload ko lang sa sinauna kong blog noong Apr 13, 2004.) As black, murky liquid spewed out of the grendel’s* head, You begin to wonder for reasons yet unsaid, If all the gallivanting that left you hoarse and red Were ever worth a night upon the young…