2 days ago
Purpose, eggs, and table salt
The evening descended over our narrow, silent kitchen. It was past midnight when I thought of fancying myself with calamansi-flavored…
4 days ago
Staying alive in Mindanao
It’s easy to call-out corruption when you’re only naming the big politicians and national agencies. Everyone else is doing the…
6 days ago
Sandbags are not enough
The night the river rose, the emergency room became a waiting room for the country’s failures. Children arrived shivering, their…
1 week ago
Quiet wounds from a taboo choice
At 19, my sister was supposed to be discovering life, not mourning the one she never got to bring into…
2 weeks ago
Perks of the chronically online
If you spend enough time on the internet, not just scrolling but really absorbing its strange rhythm, your brain eventually…
2 weeks ago
Between deadlines and daydreams
I used to think that love and career existed on opposite ends of a seesaw—when one goes up, the other…
2 weeks ago
2020’s return
To time travel is impossible and far-fetched. Not until I started hearing these sounds, which transported my consciousness back in…
3 weeks ago
Is dreaming only for kids?
I was talking to a friend and blurted out a trendy joke—“Please, Please, Please” by Sabrina Carpenter— but changed Carpenter…
3 weeks ago
To dream in a third-world country
To dream in a third-world country is to carry a weight heavier than our bodies were built for. Our dreams…
3 weeks ago
To my virtual friends during the pandemic
Looking back, it is almost unbelievable how our friendship began—not in a bustling coffee shop, on a work platform, in…
