Monthly Archives: July 2006

Last day of the world (For Lala & Bugsy)

“And in her eyes you see nothing…” The Beatles In what he thought was the last day of the seasons of the world in his heart, it was raining the whole time & far into the night but the sight … Continue reading

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Imaginary Voice

Of course, I’ll commend him. She rehearses the lines before the invisible crowd inside her head, repeating the words to make them real, authentic, smooth like silk. He’s my General. A smile breaks on her impassive face. You can do … Continue reading

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Ordinaryong Tao

Tulad mo, ako’y isang ordinaryong tao lamang. Kapag hindi ko sinalo ang problema ni Bos daramputin din ako sa kangkungan. At bakit hindi ko pangangatawanan ang aking simpleng trabaho: halimbawa, ihihimutok sa aming tropa na mainit sa taas, kailangang gumawa … Continue reading

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Bali-Balita

Noong i-text sa akin ng isang guro ang tungkol sa mga nawawalang estudyantel sa Bulacan, hindi ko malaman ang aking daramahin: araw-araw sandamukal na balita ang aking nababasa at napapakinggan, at itong mistulang desaparecidos sa ating panahon – luma na … Continue reading

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The Bugsy Chronicle

I   It was daybreak, & there was a slight drizzle when we drove to Talayan Village to bury our dear cat – a family member for 14 years – who had a seizure at the clinic 24 hours after … Continue reading

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PREFACE

Asked for his bio by the encoder, Edel E. Garcellano, could only text that he lives with his family in Quezon City, along with Kayenne their cat who recently lost his brother Bugsy. His preface completes whatever is worth knowing … Continue reading

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Tale from an exorcist

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind… –Bob Dylan   He wakes up in the wee small hours of the morning— much like what Sinatra croons, anyway— feeling so tired, as though he were a boy who had … Continue reading

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