Of Wanderings and Inappropriate Grins

Poetry by | June 20, 2010

Today, I let him lead
So he held my hand and we wandered
Boundless, we crossed the yellow lines on the street
To where the faces are unfamiliar
Waltzing corners with the delightful uncertainty
Curving concrete moved us closer
With a grin on his face he asked me,
“Would you mind if we walked a little bit slower?”
So he took my time, took it away from me
And throw it in the nearest gutter
After countless alleys, gas stations, and trees
We found a café where we could sit closer
As usual he lights up a cigarette before he’d speak
Nicotine makes him more honest, older
He inched his hand to cup my face, kissed my cheek
Not fever, nor fighting, back then there was no need
To walk this far, to where the faces are unfamiliar
Back when we used to read, ride buses, and sleep
Back when we would do anything and everything together
With a grin on his face he asked me,
“Why did you leave me when you said you loved me more?”
Indeed the unsaid brings inappropriate grins
For I grinned back as I quoted our favorite author
“When the strong is too weak to leave, the weak had to be stronger.”


Kela recently graduated from Ateneo de Davao with a BS in Nursing.

The Cure

Fiction by | September 20, 2009

All her life, Caridee had been brought up inside the huge walls of their garden. Her father never took care of her; he hired nurses and servants to look after Caridee and yet he never let these servants have conversations with his child. He never allowed Caridee to play beyond the walls of their garden; in fact, she never had the chance to see what kind of life existed beyond that wall. He never showed love and care for his only child. He spent all his time in the basement, immersed in woodcraft.

Caridee’s father said that her mother died in childbirth. The flowers inside the garden were the only friends that Caridee had. She felt alone inside the walls of their garden.

One sunny afternoon, Caridee was in the garden playing alone when suddenly, she heard a crash near the fountain. It was an angel. Its grey wings radiated feathers with tiny crystals on their edges; the crystals seem to be the reason why the angel seems to glow, despite the lack of majesty in the color of its wings. Filled with wonder, Caridee approached the angel.

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