Photos by Christina Morillo and Rheyan Glenn Dela Cruz Manggob from Pexels Coursing through life (like water), I write for you.Compelled by the arms of time and gravity.Let the Earth whirl sideways, I write for you.Relentlessly catching my breath.Let Earth, moon, and passion above, I write for you.Not gold nor silver makes it so.Through the endless pull of care, […]
“I hate you,” my daughter said to meWhen I put her tablet away for a dayAnd swept her suddenly into my armsStrugglingAnd told her I would love her foreverEven in a fightAnd felt the tension melt awayInside my hug. Hugs and kisses, and other favorite things.A cicada held tenderly in her hand.I remember my first
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Photo by cottonbro from Pexels The pain of death is excruciating, encircling, dam-bursting, maniacalCry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of vengeanceUpon deathNo pain at allBut what pieces fall to the living. I weepNot for youBut for myself, without you.For a life that walks no longer into the light.Walks to the top of nothing. A life more empty
Photo by Karolina Grabowska from Pexels “You look like a million bucksIn a wicker basketAll green and wrinkled.” I knew a man onceA writer of his own ilkAn unknown ilkWho stopped talking to me long agoWishing to be 50. “I can’t possibly be what I’ve been and be 50.It would be as though donkey’s years were awashIn warm
Photo by sergio souza from Pexels K T told me: “If you hear a bell ringing to tell you something is missingMove out to seek for what you feel right”Ko Takamine, Cosmopolitan Ask not for whom the bell rings.It’s for you.Your opportunity.Answer it. Can you find yourself in the city above?Or me? “It is easier to perceive error
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