Ma. Susana Isla-Arcan

House of Pain

the ugly writers
her happiness, his glee her problems, his concerns everything is kept in a mother's heart no complaints, part of a mother's journey no detours, always straight home.

Not Here

the ugly writers
Went back inside and checked the table. Milk glass perspiring, grease setting on the plate bed. I frown. Checked the bath, dry, only the warm sunlight basking in. Ran up and down the hallway. What's wrong?


the ugly writers
Hindi ko alam, basta ang sabi 'wag na sa bahay dumeretso. Lahat ng gamit ko nasa mga Nanay na. Pa'no na sila, ang mga bata. Hindi ko din alam. Tsaka na lang pag-uspaan.