I was excited for this month to arrive, but I also dreaded it at some point. My emotions were all over the place, mostly because there were so much unknown for me. But I kept reminding myself that I committed this life to always going where I am called, and going to places I doContinue reading “Abril”
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Marso
MARSO is a painstaking attempt to pull me out of my head. This month, I spent a long time sitting in my head and thinking, when I should have just left my thoughts and explored the days. This zine is a reminder that writing (poetry) is a commitment – it takes all of me asContinue reading “Marso”
Pebrero
Pebrero is a poetry collection that holds words and feelings that I could not bring myself to talk about. By turning them into poetry, I was able to have an internal conversation to help myself unpack the weight of the boxes I carry. This is Pebrero.
Enero
ENERO is a collection of poems that distill my daily experiences of being a researcher; embodying this body in a foreign city; becoming while also recognizing my lived experiences; and celebrating people who have fought to see better days. The cover – a Filipina cyborg – depicts my ongoing internal debate of how living inContinue reading “Enero”
Diez (10)
Diez / Sampu (in Tagalog) / Ten (in English) In the last three weeks, I had to ask myself questions that up until now I still do not have answers. I probably also will not allow myself to settle at answers without growing through the whole process of this thing called PhD. I love doingContinue reading “Diez (10)”
This book
At one point, you just have to start writing. At one point, you just have to share what you have written. This short book is a compilation of prompts, questions, existential provocations of being a body in a codified world. At one point, you have to ask yourself, what kind of person you want toContinue reading “This book”
The Spineless
Sing me your painsas I close my eyesand let the night fool meinto believing that I understand Sing me a lullabythat tells a storyhow your countrymen foughthow your country lostcount of the bodiesthat had to be surrendered In exchangeof something more valuable than oilbut cannot even capturethe magnitude of my ragethe length of my despairthatContinue reading “The Spineless”