three nights ago under a fading moon sailed my friend and his mentor ‘why are we here?’ inquired my friend ‘to talk and to hear’ smiled the mentor, asking ‘how are you?… more →
Pulp Non-Fictionwrote 2 weeks ago: Article published on LSD magazine by Michele Traversa http://www.lsdmagazine.com/category/intermezzo … more →
wrote 1 month ago: Note to all the Wonderful Readers of this blog: The poems posted here are NOT the ones included in m … more →
wrote 2 months ago: Note to all the Wonderful Readers of this blog: The poems posted here are NOT the ones included in m … more →
wrote 2 months ago: Note to all the Wonderful Readers of this blog: The poems posted here are NOT the ones included in m … more →
wrote 7 months ago: “Dancing” by Laura Mercurio Ebohon © Copyright 2009 (part of my poetry book out Fall 200 … more →
wrote 7 months ago: three nights ago under a fading moon sailed my friend and his mentor ‘why are we here?’ … more →
wrote 7 months ago: This is the first short story I have ever written. It is part of the Flash Fiction Contest created b … more →
wrote 9 months ago: what is this burden we carry of our guilty past actions ugly let through by the unseen hand and th … more →
wrote 10 months ago: An extra spoon of sugar, five episodes of Scrubs A basket of biscuits, a red juicy melon all of th … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I like this way you fight with friends (and then make-up) I like not that you fight with me I like t … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Off we go in a blaze, of not fame and glory, but,of smoke and fury! Oh, the grey landscape Oh, the f … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Two restless peas running and jostling are like how these two very much are Craving for attention th … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Stare. Stare at the screen. Stare at the people. Surf the net. Sociallly network. Meetings galore. M … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I once had a parrot I once had a pearl The parrot kept the pearl And sung soulful joyful songs The p … more →
wrote 3 years ago: As you look at me with your searching eyes and ask, What, after all, is forever and always? My mind … more →
wrote 3 years ago: Like a shrinking puddle Under the hot sun, I find myself growing, Smaller and smaller I am rushing t … more →
wrote 3 years ago: On a rainy July morning, Katalania beckoned me, As I swerved and turned On the lonely highway My ten … more →
wrote 3 years ago: Laying down next to my little girl, I stare at the fan. She turns to me, and asks, ‘Tell me a … more →
wrote 4 years ago: (19 September 2005, Lapu-lapu) The Captain and I have been together for quite sometime. I think I ha … more →