Tag: Manila
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When I think of home…
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in PoetryI think of tropical monsoons and coconut trees swaying in the furious wind. I think of guavas and mangoes and spiders as big as a man’s palm. I think of the hot California valley, swimming pools, and strawberry fields as far as I can see. I think of New York city streets, libraries and museums…
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Hello, Gina.
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in DiaryThank you for appearing to me in my dream. You look beautiful! The whole dream was lit in the romance I have come to see in places and people I miss. I am in an old Spanish style house in an unknown Philippine province. I am putting clothes away in a cabinet. The capiz shell…
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Kontessa
My daddy forbade me to get naked for a college play. He didn’t realize it was not his call to make. I was eighteen. I could make my own decisions about my body. I had just finished a run of my first professional theatre gig. “By George!” was a musical revue of George Gershwin starring…
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My Friend For Life, Gina
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in DiaryI went to an all-girls nun-run Catholic high school in the Philippines, very strict and narrow-minded. I was a good student but something as trivial as my asymmetric hairstyle got their nunnery panties in a bunch. What made high school life worth living was Gina. She and I connected on an artistic and literary level.…