Feelings

War to end all wars! By Jing Villamil   THE original storyteller was Grandma herself. And before the storytelling was a ritual her awed listeners would watch raptly entranced. Gone elderly, she still wore her former grace and beauty. She must be truly graceful and beautiful before her prime: tall, slender frame, fair skin, red-brown […]

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Once upon an island! By Jing Villamil   IN these grim days of quaking bursting flooding crusting earth, of abusive corrupting power, of hunger and thirst and neglect and never-mind-them, of viruses and men gone deadly haywire . . . she had not forgotten the many a lifetime she had spent on this, their island. […]

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Phantoms of the House!     By Jing Villamil   WE are not frightened. We are very frightened! This is a clear case of deja vu: here yesterday, here today, here again tomorrow. It is not just a dreadful dream; it is a nightmare most horrible! The immortals stand triumphant once again. For the past […]

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There got to be a law! By Jing Villamil AN hour before the “reunionists” arrive for lunch, the house is smelling clean and fresh, thanks to the wide-open but screened windows, pine-scented freshener and days of vigorous, hand-numbing scouring, scrubbing, sweeping, washing, airing, arranging, re-arranging. It smells cloyingly yummy, too. The rainbow cake awaits for […]

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