Dear 18 year old ( Read more... )

Upon the silvery sands of a distant shore ( Read more... )

It was a call that made me weak at the knees and turned my fingers into pudding. As my handphone slipped from my grasp, my mother’s words reverberated in my mind: the nurse said that her vitals are crashing ( Read more... )

She shows her love ( Read more... )

Dear God ( Read more... )

“Where am I now?” She asked, over and over again. “Why is there a TV in my room?” I heard a quaver of suspicion in her voice. Each time she asked, she lolled her head listlessly on the pillow, trying but failing to lift it scarcely an inch from the pillow. Her neck, weakened by age and illness, could not support the movement ( Read more... )

It was her first discharge from the hospital. And her last. We just did not know it at that time ( Read more... )

History has proven ( Read more... )

Let's call a spade, a spade:
We are not merely at odds
There is no denying that
We are at war.
It doesn't matter
Whose reason is morally right
It has devolved into a match of
Whose double standards
Shout the loudest
And bleed the purest rage:
A comedy of sound and fury

Careless words jettisoned ( Read more... )