P, Poetry is the sincerest gift I could think of. For your birthday, a day shy from a leap day, I read a Wislawa Szymborska. Perhaps a sensitive soul like Szymborska can understand why I have to do some tweaks to make the poem more particular and intimate: changes like teacup to mug, Swift to Oliver. Love, Your Z P.Z. Yes, I’ll introduce my beloved river to you soon. Soon.
Jo’s Fajita Salad | P107.14* “Manglibre ka, ron, te? (Will you treat us out, te?)” Virhenia asked. “It’s not my birthday! But let’s eat out!” It’s thirty past midnight. I told Jo, Judy, Ellen, and Sachi to go ahead because I had to drop by my place to get the camera. When the cab was about to pull over, I remembered I left the memory card at work. After getting the camera, Virhenia and I had to go back to the office to get it.
BISLIG, SURIGAO DEL SUR, PHILIPPINES I. AFTERNOON WALKS I walked. I only had an hour break, but I decided to walk and risked being late at work. Mango Avenue changes every time I walk: two stores closed, another eatery/restaurant opened. Last month, a boutique opened. Daytime Mango means a few pedestrians, scarce street kids, less pretensions. I walked with a purpose: wedges, book, Sbarro. I walked to clear my mind. I walked to understand the reason we love.
Because I can’t, you must. Lawrence Ypil and Nikay Paredes read new poems and talk about writing about home away from Cebu. at La Belle Aurore Bookshop Junquera G/F Honey Hunt Pensione House, Junquera Ext., Brgy. San Antonio, Cebu City