The Quiet Diners

*Note: This is the second version of an earlier story. The waiter kept some distance, a pleasant look on his face, waiting, as was his job, on a couple who had taken a table at the far end of the restaurant. The woman sat with her hands folded on the table, puffy-eyed, saying nothing. Seated …

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Yup. Busy with updates and revisions.  Among them: Changed the theme, its layout, and adjusted a few other stuff for a more sensible look and better reading experience.  Do you like it? Posted new stuff.  One's an edited version of "The Quiet Diners", and a new short (work in progress), "An Madunong na Barbero".  Some …

Water Makes Us One

When it falls tonight, rememberthe raindrops come with our prayers,our most ancient longings the voice of man's night-songswhen the moon first heard themsince you have forgotten that you and i are onein the river-waterswhere we were first bornwhere we first loved. this morning when you walkamong the grass, feel the fogcovering the leaves that later …