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Love holds no record of wrongs- that’s a lie. In fact, the stinging sensation of your repeated inflicts of pain made the wound even worse that my imaginary thread of kindness and understanding wears thin. See my heart full of needle holes from repeated sewing and knitting and mending patchwork, of quilts bleeding, I wouldn’t [...]

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She told me that my father was another man, well I shrugged my shoulder and say “it’s okay”. But she didn’t know that I am writing my pain away. I came to a point of thinking about those fatherless children who lost theirs in wars, in car crashes…   I am still lucky, and better-off, [...]

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A balladeer sings a song. Serenading his heart’s reflection in wine glasses rippling its rhythm navigating strange passages of tenderness that filled water canals of romance he witnessed everyday.   His voice knows the direction where to bring new lovers bowled over by the moon and the stars, sailing their feelings away. Smooth gliding inch [...]

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We were among those hundred innocent feet wheeling through the clouds of dusts.  So close that someone shouted to stop the angry phalanx from advancing the gates. We were young bloods then. Brave as a collective force ululating vignettes about homeless families, starving peasants, weak indigents, landless tribes, friends of disappeared and the exiled.   [...]

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It’s like a white plate. Soiled and you try to wash it afloat with suds of soap and rinse repeatedly at the sink.  Letting it dry and wait until the film of water subsides down into its gleamy surface. You try to contain the glister.  The immaculateness of being  unbroken, unsplintered.  Fragile.   It’s like [...]

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I can talk about my universe like picking a good book from the bookshelves and pretend. As if my mind can fill the spaces left as a void and of dusts collecting at the edges. Since the day I had let somebody in.   I could leave good pictures about art. About dance. About the [...]

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He stares at the frosted window, dreaming of pigeons in flight. Probing shadows in his oblivion while the neighborhood is asleep on this night bathed in blue light.   His heart refuses to surrender to someone else’s handwriting.   He’s an outsider, perhaps a victim. No one knows how he spent hours imagining a beautiful [...]

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