A Joy Forever

       “I’ll see you in September, when summer is gone …” So goes the first two lines of a song written by Sonny Curtis and made popular in the mid-60s by Gary Lewis and The Playboys.        “See you in September. See you when the summer’s through …” Thus opens a similar set of words in a song written by… Read More »

Pine Dining

Midsummer is here. When the mercury spikes up to levels that remind one that there is a sun, a midsummer night’s dream is likely of being where it is cooler.        Never worry. In a few more weeks, some dreams will come true. *****        This reminds me of a friend’s granddaughter. She did not mind the summer heat and… Read More »

Think, Speak, Act Peace

  Among Filipinos in social media: Trending: Mindanao’s Islamic City of Marawi beseiged by Maute terrorists. Philippine President Rodrigo Duterte places Mindanao under martial law. Breaking News: Earthquake hits many parts of the Philippines. First post: Woke up. Disunited nation. Back to dreaming. Another post: My bed rocks. Hi, ho … nightmares away! ATM: Blasts, firefight between military… Read More »

Wala Lang!

        No apologies. The “Nothing!” below that you are about to see – and perhaps, read – is a product of just one of those bad hair days that creeps me when I dare to write.         Before “Wala lang!” burst out, the 16 paragraphs — that claim to be poetry without… Read More »

Akala Ko, Tapos Na

Dalawang magulang ang dumalo sa isang university commencement exercise. Kumpare 1: Sa wakas, nagmartsa din ang aking panganay. Magna! Kumpare 2: Inggit ako sa iyo, Pare. Kumpare 1: Magna-nine years na sana sa college kundi pumasang-awa! Teka, bakit tila malungkot ka? Kumpare 2: Summa kasi ang anak ko. Kumpare 1: Wow, ang galing. Ano ‘yan, luha ng tuwa?… Read More »

Wala Lang!

        No apologies. The “Nothing!” below that you are about to see – and perhaps, read – is a product of just one of those bad hair days that creeps me when I dare to write.         Before “Wala lang!” burst out, the 16 paragraphs — that claim to be poetry without… Read More »

Hugs, Holding Hands

Butch Galicia         It was a long trip. Anxiety gripped us along the way.         Earlier, we were told stuff about the place and its people. We tried hard to let the relatively new information sink in. Yet, we still harbored opinions of concern and feelings of unease.        … Read More »

Keep Christ in Christmas

Lolo: I’ll be the Santa Claus. Grandchild: I’ll be the Christmas Tree! Lolo: Huh? Grandchild: Presents, Lolo, presents! ***** Aysus! Gifted child ba ang tawag diyan? Kung present, at hindi nag-forced leave, ang mga ninong at ninang at si Santa Kulas, puwede. Inspired lang duon sa sinabi sa sine: Be the tree, and they will come. ***** Dark… Read More »