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The Curse of the Trencavels – Chapter I

Raengarde Galen
Chateau Comtal, Carcassonne
February 1067

The sleepy little castle town of Carcassonne awakened early. From nearby villages came donkey carts laden with produce. In the air were sounds of wooden wheels; of bleating goats and braying donkeys trotting into market. By the time the church bells began ringing for the morning Angelus, merchants emerged like insects and commenced shouting their wares. At once, the soft hubbub of noises turned into an almost deafening cacophony of sounds. Another uneventful day in Carcassonne has begun.

Raengarde Galen, now 51 and plump as a fattened pig, pushed herself up in bed, her ears assaulted by the familiar noise. Continue reading “The Curse of the Trencavels – Chapter I”


The Curse of the Trencavels – Prologue

Ermengarde de Foix
Chateau Comtal, Carcassonne
December 1066


She will kill herself today, she has decided. She made that decision while Uncle Raymond was still spurting his foul seed inside her, his eyes closed in blissful orgasm.

With just a few more thrusts, her daily descent to hell was over. Sex with Uncle Raymond was always a speedy affair; one of the very few things in life she’s still thankful for.

“You’re the only woman who can make my limbs tremble with so much pleasure, my dear.” Count Raymond-Bernard Trencavel, now standing beside the wooden bed and fully-clothed, smiled softly, the hint of suppressed lust still hovering over his quivering lips. Continue reading “The Curse of the Trencavels – Prologue”

María la del Barrio

Her name was Maria and she was one of the strongest woman I ever knew.

John Travolta once said, “They say the hardest thing in the world is losing a parent. I can now say that isn’t true. The hardest thing in the world is losing a child. Someone you raised and watched grow every day. Someone you taught how to walk and talk. Someone you showed how to love. It’s the worst thing to ever happen to anyone,”

Maria lost five of her 11 children while she lived. One can only imagine the unbearable pain and suffering she had to endure everyday of her life. Losing a child is devastating. But losing five of them? It’s beyond grief.

And yet, Maria bore her suffering silently, her resilience becoming a comforting glow of warmth and a source of inspiration. Continue reading “María la del Barrio”

Where in the World is Pagbabangnan?

I woke up from my slumber half dizzy and disoriented. Worse, I felt numb all over, like I’d just been given a one-liter shot of anesthesia. And as I tried to turn my head to the glass-paned window where the soft glimmer of the afternoon sun was seeping through, a thousand needles seemed to stab my whole body with varying intensity, making me wince from the sudden jolt of pain. Continue reading “Where in the World is Pagbabangnan?”

The Silent Stranger Watching in the Crowd

The silent stranger watching in the crowd—

there one moment and gone the next

A shadowy figure outside her window—

there one moment and gone the next

The stealthy footfall of sockless feet—

there one moment and gone the next

A faint grating of the squeaky stairs—

there one moment and gone the next Continue reading “The Silent Stranger Watching in the Crowd”

Yes, It’s Okay

A friend once told me she was thinking of committing suicide.

I told her it’s okay.

Her eyes turned as big as saucers so I explained a little more.

Continue reading “Yes, It’s Okay”

Amor Prohibido


I give to thee my heart alone

No buts nor ifs shall thwart its way

Sweet heart, my love, my life is thine

All but for thee, this vow I say:

Now and for aye, my heart thine own.




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To Problem or Not to Problem

Is ‘problem’ a verb?

Yes, if you’re in the Philippines. It’s a kind of Filipinoism that is generally accepted in informal conversations. There’s a popular saying that goes: ‘Don’t problem your problem. Let your problem problem your problem.’ The use of ‘problem’ as a verb, however, is frowned upon in formal writing and would probably get you a failing grade if you include it in your college essay.

But now, to the million-dollar question…

Should we problem our problem? Continue reading “To Problem or Not to Problem”

I Loved a Woman, Hallelujah!

I, Samson
I, David
I loved a woman


She cut my hair
She broke my throne
I loved a woman


I drank of beauty
I tasted sin
I loved a woman


I lost my faith
I lost my heart
I loved a woman


I faced my death
I faced His wrath
I, a broken man
I loved a woman

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

You, my Bathsheba
You, my Delilah
I, am your man
I love you, woman

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!


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