By SYRINE GLADYS PODADERA
I used to write almost every day for more than a decade and true enough, with practice comes confidence. Continue reading “This is how I stopped writing”
How did I lose my touch with words? I already knew the answer but I was never the type to confront my enemies head-on.
By SYRINE GLADYS PODADERA
I used to write almost every day for more than a decade and true enough, with practice comes confidence. Continue reading “This is how I stopped writing”
It is a lullaby of peace that I’ve been wanting long before this – solace.
By KYLE PATRICK DE GUZMAN
My cry sounds like silence.
It is more than empty;
More than that of the void that screams. Continue reading “Cry for a seed to grow”