Mego’s Malakwang and the Charm of Home:

A bead of sweat escapes through the pores of her skin and trickles down her face and she lets it, so intent is she on her task at hand, that she doesn’t notice it or even the fly that seeks her acknowledgment by doing a crazy dance around her. She faces her task with the…

The Joy of Poetry:

I’ve felt uncontrollable joy listening to feelings woven neatly into words and rhyme,smiled as Francisco pauses and faces his audience before unpacking a monologue,Been amazed by the beauty that escapes from the lips of Huwa,loved every bit, admired the accuracy with which she draws her thoughts onto her lips,Been on the receiving end of the…

Apollo to Pen, Finding My Spark

In my first Winter Blogging Challenge entry in two years, its reflection into how I found inspiration to tell stories in the unlikeliest of places.

Hellos from the Past

What happens when you suddenly feel the urge to talk to people you used to know, do you face your fears and make that risky phone call?? is it worth the risk of reopening healed scars? or should we let the dead chill in peace?? well, my latest story describes the feeling and my own experience making that call. What would you do? let me know in the comments.

One final run

Today, I put my affairs in order,Didn’t have much to say or do;but when my lips caressed that glass with the goodness of 1759,It was the closest I’d felt to bliss in a while.When the wind brushed into my face at the back of a bike,I knew peace, felt weightless like I still had possibilities….