staying Pinoy in New York City

Everything, from a distance, they say, turns to poetry.

two of the men who regard themselves as quite important in our work place had a pointed exchange in this morning’s meeting. although the pa...

i have always been embarrassed to admit that, so far, i have lived like this.  “as long i don’t aim, i won’t miss,” so said this zen master...

a heavy set chola with a big crucifix pendant, her lips darkly outlined, kneels two pews ahead of me.  when she unclasps her hands, i can s...

behind this bus stop in corona is a stand alone house with a minuscule frontage. a blue tarp was strung over it. under this makeshift gazeb...

in this cafe, chinese teens are cheery behind the counter, selling french pastries stabbed with teeny toothpick flags printed with unfussy ...

moses' and zipporah’s wedding night in ridley scott’s exodus was about to get going when i flipped on hbo. “who makes you happy?” “you ...

a curmudgeonly art blogger wrote recently that “reading bad books is miserable, but it’s fun to review them.” i suppose it’s the same with ...

the dialect i grew up speaking in this remote island off the northern tip of a central province in the old country is one loaded with lots ...