Category: The Ride

Come, let me sing into your ear Those dancing days are gone All that silk and satin gear Crouch upon a stone Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag

A dream of togetherness Turned into a brighter mess A faint sign, my spoken best Now, now Make way for the simple hours No finding the time, it’s ours A fate or it’s a desire I know

Disregarding the fact that it is my cousin’s birthday, I remember how we once celebrated All Saints’ Day. Grandma dangled all the doorknobs in my auntie’s house with rosaries. It kept all the spirits from entering the rooms, she said. She offered food for the departed. A sole plate full of the same birthday meal…

First day of November, All Saints’ Day. It is mandatory to come home. There is a family reunion whether you’re alive or not. And the carnival – who would want to miss the awesome carnival in the evening? I hitched from Quezon City to Cavite City in my brother’s car. With the booze from last night…

Too many people going underground Too many reaching for a piece of cake Too many people pulled and pushed around Too many waiting for that lucky break

I was locked to read your eyes like an old Latin prayer book. Only the punctuations I had understood; and the blessing of your apparition. Only this pillow set us apart like a mountain that bid only signals to commune; but I was able to caress your hand. How time crawled. The day brightened, it…