Some trippy reminders that colors and chaos are sometimes oddly compatible.
Brought the old bag home. They offered me letters from the old days, subtly yet ever so piercingly reminding me of things I thought I’d forgotten. There is no fondness in these relics. Even the grey river that watches as I review what had been; its waves and ripples bringing back the pain of what… Continue reading Old Bag, Old Sad
“What do you want?” His voice was intent, his gaze glazy but piercing, he had this smirky look as he leans in on the table and looks at me with strained concentration. “The Hoegaarden is taking effect. This guy’s drunk. Can he still drive?” I secretly thought. We were at some tiny square lined with American-inspired… Continue reading Scorpions and Ariens
On the morning we fled, there was talk of a storm. We arrived at the land of witches at about 8pm when it was too dark and too rainy to see anything on the road. Perhaps it was the shaman’s work and we should understand, because the following morning, everything was bright. At Siquijor, there… Continue reading Siq., Shores, & Sunsets
Wishing for wide angle. when two worlds meet this was at the end of the beach where nobody went, and that’s exactly why we went derelict cottages finding havens in edges and taking too many photos of the sunset L… Continue reading What We Found When We Went (Looking) for Witches (II)
It began with french fries. And blue escapes. Arguments in baywalks. and snapshots of harbors Leaving felt familiar while finding the odd felt even more Colorful yarns on a bright day letting fishes eat our feet while we struggle to keep the giggles Climbing water tanks for photos Spying on sleeping riders … Continue reading What We Found When We Went (Looking) for Witches (I)
Wanes: Musuwat man ka’g story no? (You write stories, right?) Karenina: Dili. Dili nako mahuman. (No. I (always – implied here) can’t finish it.) Wanes: Hahaha, hadlok ka’s imo’ng anino? (Hahaha, afraid of your shadow?) *First saw him in a dimly lit Ang Suga office. He read one of my angry, not-so-sober bisaya poems… Continue reading Convo with Wanes