Song of Iroh

Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home

Maturity

I'm not cut out for guarantees. I can't say "I'll get around to it." And if I do say something that sounds like that, you'd best be advised to disbelieve; disbelieve! Thanks anyway, and a happy new year to you too.

The Childhoods

This story previously appeared in the Sunday Times. Ordonez and the co-editors included it in Past and Present: a Philippine PEN Anthology. They say the book's available in the regular bookstores.

News

16 people in Bacolod have AIDS.

Awit ng Talim

This poem was written as apart of an interstitial project between prose and poetry. It's the type of thing attempted by every cross-genre writer since Poe. Not a lot of them succeed, and those who pull it off (or, let's just say they get results acceptable on some level; for example, read Oz, Joaquin, Joyce) come up with ambiguous results. In this, my shadowed case, I ended up shedding the prose. No regrets. XOXO

Tore : Bangin :: Bahaghari

This poem takes off from the installation art of Irma Lacorte. It was later stitched in to become a part of her work.

Burgundy

A story written for Kuya Noy of SUKOB.