Monday, December 11, 2017

Ubo / is All / She Left Me

I think that when writers create a piece, they are automatically aware of the possibility that people will be reading their work.

But what about people who are written about? How do they feel when they find out that a poem or a story about them (not just FOR THEM) is being discussed among literary circles? Or in classrooms?

It's amazing how much power writers wield in this scenario.

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It was another weekend well-spent. R was sick to the bone (cough, sipon, headache, PMS) the whole time. Still, the limited time we had was filled with amazing convos, great food, and plenty of hearty laughter.

I showed her the two poems that got published in Philippines Graphic magazine, and I think she genuinely liked them. I was actually terrified about having her read the poems (especially the one about her) but she said it's good and I am truly thrilled about her reaction.

The only thing that sucks is that I had strict orders to not take any pictures. Ahay. But yes, my heart is full. My heart is full. :)

[It seems my lungs are full, too. Ubo. Ubo.]


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