High school never ends. This was the comment of my high school batch mate, Glenda, on my Facebook post about our class’ gatherings over the holidays. I was at the grocery yesterday for my favorite locally produced corned beef. I was a bit sleepy; got home at past 3 a.m. following an impromptu karaoke at […]
2004 eyeballs | A poem from the past
Writings are photographs of the emotional state of the mind. For some of us who are not really writers but who write to communicate with ourselves, our compositions from the past gauge how we’ve grown so far. Like photographs, the poems or essays freeze those thoughts and longings of a much younger, less experienced version […]