poetry

Emerging from Crossing Ilalim, we followthe light, and the lanes of EDSA. Along with thousands of cars, buses, heading whereoffices are located. Fast-moving(though unreliable) train […]

Along EDSA—My journey’s interruptedBy every sudden brake. StoppingOn every street, every traffic light. My life(here atop the Santolan flyover) is going downInto the waiting mouth […]