By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo WE moved to The Celandine on May 2. It is a high-rise residential development project by D.M. Consunji, Inc. (DMCI) built on a land area of 8,600 square meters at Balingasa, commonly known as Balintawak and Cloverleaf, an urban barangay in Quezon City, near its…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo IN writing, I seek more to understand myself better than to enlighten others. There are times when inspiration only comes an hour after the deadline, with just a smell, a memory, a face. Anything could trigger a word. Others approach writing differently. My friend, historian…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo I have met people who have always maintained that their religion is the only one that can save the soul, without any doubt. Most dominant religions profess their own as the only path to God. I believe otherwise. This kind of certainty negates the complexity…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo “Questions of a Woman’s Life” was composed on the 24th of March, 2017. The other poem, “Blind” may have been composed in the same year. There are still no answers but she’s no longer blind. half a life of what she lived others live today…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo IN the Bible, dreams are regarded as a form of direct spiritual communication, between God and man, or between an angel, upon instructions from God, and a human being. In Matthew 1:18-25, an angel appears to Joseph in his dream, telling him not to fear…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo MY sister Emma and her children moved to Filinvest II in 01 May 2017 with an eight-year contract of lease ending 31 April 2025. I moved in sometime later, shuttling from the house I occupied in Mapagkawanggawa, Teachers Village where I maintained a small garden…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo I wrote “Yellow Light” to start the Poetree Train, a chain of poems about trees to celebrate the World Poetry Day nine years ago, 01 March 2016 published in “Kiew: An Anthology of Tree Poems”, a collection of 148 tree poems and ten translations into…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo A tribute to the sand, who came, and stayed inside of me, theoretically, erratically. Happening I am not, tonight, going to talk not because I have nothing to say, (because there’s much I’m going to say) but because I can’t speak about pain, the kind…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo ON 12 May 2025, we are going to elect those who will govern our country, the ones we will be calling, “Honorable”, whether they deserve it or not. Most of those we elected could not even pass a regular job interview, but had been entrusted…
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