How it is

This is how
I begin



Last summer in Cebu City, I had to face one of my biggest fears– the ocean.

Haiku #1

Pretend this is real– yes, it’s absurd and surreal– just close your eyes, dear. Pretend this is real.

Hey, you

I. Dear E, I sit here waiting for a reply from you. I’m aching to hear your voice– talk. I was just going to ask if it’s raining where you are. Because here, it is. And maybe, drop a word or two about your job. How did it go, working this weekend? Anyway, maybe I’ll…

Why this exists

It was in one of my Literature classes that I heard my professor say that “Writing is a solitary activity.” To this day, I still agree with this statement.