Feelings

No tears for him! (a monosyllabic prose) By Jing Villamil   SHE, too, has her tales to pour out of her cup. Which, she says, is not half-full, but half-chucked. “Not all my fault,” she claims, “not all.” And she lifts her eyes up to the skies. She heaves a sigh; she shrugs. She runs […]

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Still . . . (a monosyllabic prosepoem) By Jing Villamil   SHE bares her soul, in one swift sweep. There is no way to do it. She says: “I have met love. And I have donned its skin. And tight it wrapped. Zipped in it, I tapped and hopped, swirled and swayed. I dreamed and […]

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Awakenings! By Jing Villamil   Is our reality the stuff from which dreams are made of? Or do our dreams cross-over from night to dawn to become the reality of our days? Usually, after shaking and knocking hard your head, the lingering waking effects of your dream disappear to nothingness; you shrug it off, you […]

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Her place! By Jing Villamil   IF you studied, post-studied, lived thereabout, visited or were here confined – you would know . . . This place, her place. Which she has in common with her grandfather, a few aunts, a fewer cousins. If I happened to spend regular motherly days with her, so rare (as […]

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Trekking! By Jing Villamil   LET us start from the very beginning. What if things did not proceed according to plan, and Mother Mary gave birth to His Daughter rather than His Son? According to the writer Emmanuelle, it would have been a story as grand as the original, to fill more than two thick […]

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Wait another day! (A study in poetic redundance)     NOT only constantly. But continuously, incessantly, perennially, perpetually . . . she was and is puzzled, bewildered, perplexed. Imagine her through the years, from a young girl to grown-up, braking halting freezing on her tracks, standing still, her eyes squeezed shut. Going delving diving into […]

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Triple ripple! By Jing Villamil   THERE is this line of thought, that one’s destiny had long been “writ”; that to one’s half-a-heart is one’s fitting half somewhere. That, if one failed to link with “the One” in this lifetime, wait! One might be luckier in the next lifetime. Or in one of the series […]

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More than one! By Jing Villamil   AND so it came to pass, that we tackle a subject we would rather not. In-laws! Its first known use as a term was way back in 1894. What term did they use then before that year? Originally, it meant “anyone of a relationship not natural”. Unnatural? As […]

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Split ends! By Jing Villamil   IN the midst of the pandemic, there is this story of love. It has nothing to do with the disease. It is a story that would have happened anyway, anyhow, any which time. He was the youngest of three sons of farmers. He dropped out of school when he […]

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We live! Again! By Jing Villamil   YEARS ago, when her dawn was a bright star rising and dusk was but colours weaning, waning, waiting to burst out again – Emmanuelle wrote a poem on déjà vu and it went on chirpily: Known you before! Before this birth, a death; and beyond that death, a […]

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