For Now, I Celebrate the End.

I tend to linger on the ends rather than the beginnings.So I have been thinking about mortality.The process of death, not the physical particulars of it, but the feeling of it.When Alexander Supertramp was dying deep into the woods, surrounded by the thrashing waters that once was frozen, it killed me seeing his eyes carrying…

The Solitudes in One Hundred Years of Solitude

{As I like the unimportant things in life, things that at a first glance hold no purpose, no immediate reason, I do plenty of things that serve that point. So I’ve listed all the mentions of solitude in Gabo’s One Hundred Years of Solitude. I kept reading it, and marking religiously the solitudes. Then I’ve…

Ides of Choitro

My mother became very pretty everyone keeps telling me. Her armor of a skin glowed, her rainfall of a hair glistened. And she slept at night. My mother who never erupted, not until I was born. My father liked things neat. He was a believer of cataloging memory in organized files. So the moment I…

Spring and Such Skies

It is now four fifty in the afternoon. And as the hustle of the city barely reaches here, I can hear birds rattling on, and kids playing without the worry of tomorrow. The sky drops a little lower, the lights a little brighter, ruminating the day a little longer. The first day of Spring. There…

Unruly Women

I’ve grown up in this country knowing the rules of how not to become an unruly woman. Since I’ve left home for the last two weeks, me and my friend, we’ve been leaving a trail of blood from places to places. Or rather, the trails of blood have been following us. That two weeks started…

The First Day

I wish I remembered the first day. I wish I kept it somewhere, somewhere in the billions of cells of my brain. How the first light hit me. How it felt. Who was the first face? I know everybody says its your mother, but it had to be the midwife. The first face, a woman…

Colorless Dreams

In bare empty dreams, where the primitive of feelings stripped of all things ‘civilized’, I saw myself standing in the dark. Scared. Scared of my own feelings. I tried to shake them off, I jerked in my sleep, tried to shake me awake. But they waited in the awakened world as well. Almost in a…

The First Light

Before I wake up to find the earth abiding by rules as usual, the first light, before touching anything made by men, touches the leaves. Before touching the filth that keeps piling up, the towers that keeps blocking the sun, the odor that keeps getting louder, the sighs that keeps getting quieter, and the men…