For some years, we lived on the outskirt of the nearby town, in the hills sloping its way through another small valley. At first, it was lonely that I even mentioned it in my letters to friends who came and visited me. The days and nights are calm, with the insects chirping through to the … Read more
Few leaves of long-leafed coriander or culantro from my hometown are rich enough to make me feel the taste of home. Each year, my mother sent me some saplings so that we could add them to our potted plants, in the land where it is not grown. We keep an eye on them; water them, … Read more
# Your feathers covered me In your secret place, I rested. What a joy to be with you! Pouring my heart into you As I’m feeble, yet with hope In your wings, you’ll fly me In your abiding love. # As the runaway man did, I’m far from your words Yet your eyes are on … Read more
My mother came home from the field. She looks tired; scaling the contours of hills and valleys beautifully crafted by the Creator. We eagerly waited for her to arrive home. In the shady evening, we’re hoping mother would bring us something to eat. As I can fairly recalled, her shabby dress was filled with sweat. … Read more