Wrong & True

She loved you. You’re hardly her first, neither will you be the last, But oh, how she loved you. And she still remembers the moment she knew: Realizing how things are all out of place, Like two pieces from different puzzles That she tried so hard to fit together She’s willful and hopeful. She’s in…

Tattoo

I don’t have one. But I have many friends who have decorated their skins with stories and anecdotes, of heartbreaks and of life’s milestones. Colorful flowers that remind her of her mother. A quill that illustrates his passion. The lyrics of a song, embedded to the surface of her being, wanting it to be the last…

Ours

Ours was a story of truth and denial A heady rush of something that came too late A vision of what could be, should be, wouldn’t be Ours was sweet, and tender, and over. See? Ours was a story of perfection Just take evolution off the equation. All I’ve ever wanted was the you of…

Tree Planting at La Mesa Watershed

The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The next best time is today. – Proverb Having been raised in the province, I had the fortune of a childhood full of adventure in the fields, climbing trees, hunting bugs, and dipping in and out rivers. The thought of a future without those…

Mt. Balagbag and Kaytitingga Falls

“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.” ~ Edmund Hillary If anyone has said to me 10 years ago, or even 5 years ago that I’ll be hiking up mountains, I’d laugh –or cry– at the sheer unlikelihood of it ever happening. The only sport/physical activity I remember enjoying when I was little…

Giving It Another Go

“My life has been the poem I would have writ But I could not both live and utter it.” ~Henry David Thoreau OK, I can’t remember the last time I wrote on this blog. I could check, but I already know that it’s been too darn long. I keep a journal, but as a writer (or a…

A Secret

  I like seeing you across a crowded room Or at the other end of a long dinner table Knowing that I can come over And reclaim my place by your side. I seldom do. Just the knowing you’re mine, Seeing “yes” light up your eyes, Leaves me with great reassurance I never have to…

It Could Be Worse

I am currently reading Mitch Albom’s newest book, The First Phone Call from Heaven. I might write a review once I’m finished, but for now, a particular passage got me thinking: “Bad news has no limit.” At 27 years old, I felt like I’ve been tossed from one emotion to another more than most people…