[poem] Love in Time and Space
Time is the dead air between notes,
when my voice can’t quite catch yours.
Dimension is the tension
we deny exists between us.
Space is the three inches
between your left shoulder and my right.
Love is what people say we do,
except when we don’t.
Not Asking For It: Rape Is Not A Sex Crime
Recently, a decision was made in the controversial rape case against comedian Vhong Navarro filed by student/starlet Deniece Cornejo. The ruling is that Navarro is innocent. I am not surprised–considering the evidence of the CCTV footage among other inconsistencies, it did very much seem like a blackmail plot. But too much has been said on this topic (of Navarro’s guilt/innocence) already–one may…
[poetry] You are not home
You aren’t home, not yet.
Not your red shirt,
The smell of your sweat–
A boy’s cologne.
You are not yet my home.
Rinse and repeat
Fingers circling my wrists, your cheek
Brushing my shoulder. Your hand
Grazing my waist.
Your arms are braces, brackets,
You hold like a vice; your chest is a panel
Of narra. A wall. A rock and a hard place.
I am cornered, not cradled.
I am held, I am trapped…
You and Your Lists
For those who are interested to see the blog that inspired my “Me and My Lists” series, here you go! Ms. Phoebe Torres-Lucero is a good friend of Ms. May De Jesus-Palacpac, my mentor, and this post was linked to me by Miss May. :D
(Yes, I know that since they’re married, I should be using “Mrs.”, but “Mrs.” sounds so…old. And they’re not old. At all. So yeah, there, courtesy…
[Me and My Lists] Part 4: A Prince Charming (Named Dad)
My favorite Disney Princess, growing up, was Cinderella. I loved everything about her story, from the singing animal friends to the fairy godmother to the sparkly dress to the ball. But what, or rather who, I loved most, was Prince Charming.
Prince Charming was my hero. Even if he nearly never spoke, I was absolutely in love with him. He was perfect: tall, handsome, rich, could sing, could…
[Me and My Lists] Part 3: Love Makes It Easy
Love makes it easy to feel like a woman. When you’re in love, your heart races. You flush. You feel small and fragile and precious. Even if not ten seconds ago you were the vicious orchestrator of a corporate takeover, or the alluringly charming Don Draper-ette at a client pitch, when you are in love, you become a girl again. Someone to be treasured, protected, held close. Call me a…
[Me and My Lists] Part 2: The Girl That Is
I am twenty-one years old. This means I am, legally, in all countries, an adult. I can vote, drink, and drive, though not necessarily at the same time. I am expected to know how to act in a way appropriate to my age and responsibilities, although current society has been pretty lax with that requirement.
To be honest, I still feel seventeen a lot of the time–not quite sure what I’m doing,…
[Me and My Lists] Part 1: The List That Was
June 24, 2010
The Revised Future Husband Checklist
- Mature Christian, in word and deed. He must be more mature than I am.
- Loves children (but doesn’t want a lot) and is comfortable showing affection to them.
- Loves to laugh–is relaxed with himself and knows when to be serious and when to take it easy.
- Someone I can instinctively trust and submit to, no questions (well, minimum questions)…