Yesterday was my Lolo Gabriel “Ling”’s b-day. He would have been 111 today; he died shortly after the devastating 1990 earthquake in my hometown of Baguio in the Philippines. I made an atang, a traditional food offering, of persimmons and candied ginger for his spirit. He’s with us still. 🧡✨

I’m just leaving this here.

This was in one of my backpacks. I have never seen this. It just appeared. I have not used this backpack in two weeks. A mystery. 🧐

Tonight!!!

For those in or near the Triangle area of NC: my poetry reading series for marginalized creatives, Indigena Collective, is holding its next event at So & So Books in Raleigh on 11/24 at 6:30 pm! Feat. Gabrielle Calvocoressi, Carlina Duan, and Mack Rogers. Come thru! ✨

I’m often asked when I do readings or workshops at which university I teach and more often than not people are surprised that I’m not in academia right now. They’re even more surprised to find out that I’m a barista in my 30s. There’s a strange cloaked disdain. Anyway, here’s a picture of 2 grapes.

Grateful for persimmon bounties from dear friends.

FREE PALESTINE

Me, emerging.