Poetry by Rory Ian Bualan | February 6, 2011
They defined love right before we knew it;
boxed it, typecast it even before we saw it,
and actually felt it:
bright red silk and sheets
of sun-dried passion;
yet they never told us it could be this painful. About Rory Bualan: “I teach, read and write. 😉 …and eat and diet.”
Fiction by Vida Mia Valverde | February 6, 2011
As the song goes, “If I can make it there. I’ll make it anywhere. New York! New York!”
But Tricia was barely making it.
Carrying what seemed like ten watermelons inside her belly, she willed her brain to suck all the tears back in. She knew that even a sigh would place her in danger of losing her very fragile control. It was a good thing her neighbors, John and Mayen, offered to drive. If it weren’t for the waves of alternating intense fire and knives that radiated from her abdomen, she would have felt deep humiliation.