Spirit

Red Line Blue Circle

I watched an overworked friend keep still for an hour and with great heed, draw a blue circle on paper. She looked completely serene, as if rendering the perpetual loop meant she never had to eat a sandwich on her office table for lunch again.  We were at Michelle’s farm for the long weekend.  Tita […]

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Finger Puppets

It’s Father’s Day on Sunday. And yet, I have but a vague notion of father. You see, after years of trying to fly high on gin, my Poppy finally grew wings when I was 5 and never came back. Even then, I could not remember what it was to have one. All I have of […]

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Insanity

Is Perlas still running?” my aunt interrogated me on Easter Sunday. “Yes he is.” I replied. “And you’re still campaigning?” she asked. “”Ardently” was my reply. She stared at me bewildered. And I knew she thought, “You’re insane.” People will always wonder why we stand by Nick Perlas, and why we do so despite the […]

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In Vino Veritas

I have always loved that moment between sober and drunk. That state of happy: when you smile through words without slurring them; when you’re so giddy you can whirl without diving to the floor; when you are bold enough to be yourself without being an absolute fool; and especially when the entire world is all […]

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