kining imong kilat nga pagbisita (this lightning-swift visit of yours)

kining imong kilatnga pagbisitainsakto sa sukodnga maganahan taug makuwangan pa ☕ tea solonDisyembre 10, 2025 | Dakbayan sa SugboPilipinas 🌊🌊🌊 this lightning-swiftvisit of yoursis perfectly measuredenough for us to savorand to crave for more ☕ tea solon (trans)December 11, 2025 | Cebu CityPhilippines

as our backs face the sun

as our backs face the sunwe watch our shadows growinto giants next to the acacia tree.our inner monsters confessthey bask in darknesswanting to crawl outhide in the sunlight–the ancient acacia,a homely shelterof monsters,nods and listens–it understands. our conversationsboth in silence and in words–pure light behind us–warm our bones. ☕ tea solonDecember 9, 2025 | CebuContinue reading “as our backs face the sun”

these century-old wisteria

these century-old wisteria deeply rooted in my soleshave grown branches that sway along the trellis of my aging bonesthe ballads of purple blooms lighten the weight of your absence a brook in my eye drizzled with petals whispers hopefor your return ☕ tea solon December 7, 2025 | Cebu City Philippines

✒️Gobblers publishes “adjuration”

A piece about one of the many manifestations of grief, “adjuration” steps into a level of early understanding and curiosity. Special thanks to my editor Manuela Timofte and team at Gobblers by Masticadores for always supporting my work. Warm thanks to my Masticadores family. Happy reading, friends!

ang kanhing huyang nakong dughan | my once weak heart

ang kanhing huyang nakong dughan natuboan na og kaliboangmga bakhaw—mopugong sa mga dagkong bawod ngamohapak kada agi nimo. kinatibuk-an kong linaw dili na gayod matay-og pa. ☕ tea solon Nobyembre 18, 2025 | San RemigioSugbo, Pilipinas 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 my once weak heart has grown a thicket ofmangroves—warding offthe giant waves thatstrike whenever you pass by. myContinue reading “ang kanhing huyang nakong dughan | my once weak heart”

between Phố Hàng Điếuand Phố Hàng Nón

i found the last crumbsof your banh mi dancing in rain puddles i can hear your crispy bitescrunch into echoes acrossthe street, taken by xích lôvanishing into alleys ☕ tea solonAugust 25, 2025 | Banh Mi B+Hanoi, Vietnam

songs of the ghostless drunk with menthol patches

the duvet emulatesyour body warmthbut the absence of your perfume and your snores unsettles me so close yet not enoughthe pillow throbs withthe beat of your heartbut unbearably songless to hum me to sleep the starless night staresat the sullen glass windowsexchanging impatient sighsfor the footsteps of dawn ☕ tea solon August 25, 2025 |Continue reading “songs of the ghostless drunk with menthol patches”

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