In the three days before the resurrection, the devil will make his way into the hearts of man.
It’s hard work but it’s all most know in Romblon.
The scars and bruises on the woman’s arms were a testament to the life that she led.
I was not aware of it then, but in retrospect I desperately needed an entry into literature that did not insist on the idea of a universal experience.
There was once a hunter who made a terrible mistake.
Neighbours need to know when to keep to themselves, if you know what I mean.
The messengers come like the stars.
There was a time when the only thing I felt was mine were my cutting thoughts.