Raku
I'll pick up each and
Every broken piece of you
Fill the cracks with liquid gold
Like this overflow of words
My palms and fingers will do their work--
Mold you, mend you, recreate you
Until you're whole again.
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For the Love of Stories
The sun is high. A warm breeze fills the air. Sparse tufts of clouds are spread throughout the sky. It is going to be a beautiful day. I just know it. It is the day of the Hi Sandangaw, A Waray Tale storybook launch. As I alight our vehicle, green and silver balloons intertwined set in front of the glass door entrance complete with hanging vines creating a forest-like entry into the venue greet me along with lively chirpings of "Maupay na hapon!" from our Grade 11 student volunteers. As I enter, Hi Sandangaw stands alone on a wooden book stand beside an arrangement of flowers on the registration table. Amina, Melo and Kalipay are spread out as well. I step inside the room and am greeted by this expanse of white light emanating across the entire space. I would like to believe this is the light of good energy one great story brings. Banig is laid out on the floor complete with throw pillows and a bean bag. In the small stage are two potted bamboo plants on both ends. An anima
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