There Are Women You Cannot Invent

There is no shelter like this in my memory.No flicker of light through a bullet hole.No child’s cry next to the hiss of a propane tank. But I read she brought soupto a room filled with strangers.That she poured it without a word. That somewhere outside,a drone blinked like an eyesearching for grief it hadn’t […]

Fermentation

In my lagalag years, I spent a year in Ifugao. On weekdays we would climb the rice terraces at dawn, wrapped in thick fog, visiting homes scattered across the mountains. One of my favorite memories from those days is learning to make tapuey, carefully enveloping the bubud in rice, a gentle, almost sacred gesture I’ve […]