First, a confession: I am no expert in gay love and relationship. If I am going to have any contribution on the issue, it would stem from the experiences of my friends and not my own past romantic relationships, which were as successful as the anti-premarital sex campaign of Ateneo, La Salle and UST combined. … Continue reading »
The heart is a capricious organ. Believe me, it is. It used to slip from my chest and nestle on my sleeve. There it would orate, a drunkard with its own pulpit, a bishop for a day. A red poet. The impertinence amused me. Every time it happened, I would gently scoop it my palm … Continue reading »
The alley cats walked on walls, declared their sovereignty, and marched for the moon. The newsboy sold tabloids that screamed poetry in red. I must have wondered out loud about the dazzling buzz in my head because the sun suddenly issued its ruling, final and executory: love cannot be denied. Continue reading »
