Babytalk By Emmanuelle PUCKER the lips for the tsup tsup then stretch them wide for the mwah mwah. Smack a yummy yum yum for a mouth-watering fingerdip; spit out a yackity yuck for that nasty icky taste. Duh for the dumb act, ahhh if it dazzled and wawawi if you…

Lost in translation By Emmanuelle You do not have to be a Filipino in Japan or in China, black-orbs among quaint slit-eyes, to be lost in translation.  You can be just as lost, if you were one or more centuries older than the present batch of spiked-haired pre-adults; dyed green,…

Time By Emmanuelle EACH time we crossover from December 31 to January 1, it is like seeing Alice of Wonderland fame opening a door from the present to future time.  Try to imagine this scene. One day, Alice finds a door on which is carved the two faces of the…

A Talk with God By Emmanuelle (Part 2) They say: it could not be. She surely could not have had a talk with God. She says: why could this not be? First, see that it could be, before you say it could surely not be.  One must breathe in first,…

A Talk with God By Emmanuelle  Ten days before the birth of His Son, she writes of a talk with Him who sent down His Son. Too, she is back to the count of one. Like: Oh, gosh. Oh, God. Oh, hush. There are times, you see, when it seems…

Not yet a hero! By Emmanuelle THEY do not march off the gods from their thrones just like that. Na-ah. Senators, writers or sometime-soldiers can not have it so easy.   They have to be real heroes first. And real heroes, more often  than not, are shot with their  brothers at…

Nun to None By Emmanuelle ONE is such a lonely word. One beat each for a smudge of black here, a dash of white there, a hint of a smile on your face or a blink of a tear on mine. Hook one beat to one, you will have les…

Punch on Wounds By Emmanuelle SCENE I: Can you see this scene? Let us call this third person Em, she who speaks for those with wounds that do not heal: This whole week she steps and hums to the thud and the thump of a drum. The calls, the mails,…

Wounds that do not heal By Emmanuelle You must read this through to the end to see the why of it: Mae has had this wound since grade school. It should have scarred through the years. It should have healed. It did not. It is one of those wounds that…

Knowing her is knowing me By Emmanuelle Let us imagine that this conversation did take place: Inay:  From now, you keep away from your so-called friends Ada, Ana and Ara. Ada is the snooty kid of a nouveau riche whose riche comes from who knows where. Ana is a lesbian….