My Chinese gourd

Spot the hidden gourd Apart from a wooden yoyo, a whole container of books, and some postcards, it's one of my favorite things in the world. I'm not sure how to explain it, but I'll try: I find it's round shape fascinating, and so is the texture of its hard shell, its hollowed lightness. It's … Continue reading My Chinese gourd

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Sixth street that leads to Sitio Mahayahay With the green of every plant the glow of every low-hanging lamp the fervor of every conversation from one table to another and another . . . I am reminded of how pale my being-ness is. And for the first time in a long time, I am okay … Continue reading Luspad