She's asleep when I enter the room. It's everything in one room, really. The kitchen, closet, table, the giant bed she's sprawled out on, one leg tangled up in the blanket and one arm thrown across the fat pillow her
Once upon a time, I reposted two love poems by local poets. I want to do that again, but just one this time. I wish I could write prettily in Filipino; it carries a certain weight / invisible elegance. This
Shrimp pasta with too much shrimp It's a sick day for me today. My morning started at 7:30 with sniffles, sneezes, and a sore throat. I scrambled down to the kitchen to make myself some sick-people food. Chopped half a
