my people by langston hughes the night is beautiful, so the faces of my people. the stars are beautiful, so the eyes of my people. beautiful, also, is the sun. beautiful, also, are the souls of my people. = = = = with respect and love to langston hughes, ...Read More
i remember growing up and standing in typhoon rains, watching, frightened, as improbable waves washed up the city streets like fresh, angry gashes, threatening property, limb, and life. i remember ducking for cover on the way to church because yet another ...Read More
i like to think that home is new york. my immediate family is peppered along the eastern seaboard, all within a few hours' drive from each other, just close enough not to be a constant pain in the ass. and ...Read More
i've been here in the united states for twenty-four years. when i left home—the home of my early childhood, of days playing with my cousins next door and being scolded by my aunts and chased constantly by mosquitos, my roots ...Read More
...going to my older brother's house to spend christmas eve and christmas. ...waking up to Pasko na Naman by the Apo Hiking Society, in full, glorious stereo blasting. Yeahhhh... ...laughing at my niece and nephew as they try to contain themselves from ...Read More