Korean Watering Hole

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Outside, it’s cold, quiet, and not much people strolling, roaming and wandering around. But in this Incheon watering hole there’s so much activities going on. There’s cooking,washing of dishes, attendants calling customers to  “come and eat”, customers choosing live fishes in aquariums to be cooked, etc.  Each section has its own style of drawing, and enticing customers to their turf.

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I’ve taken at least 5 photos ’til I stopped. A lot of people were on their eyes on me. These stolen shots were taken at the right moment when everyone was busy on their stuff. Look, these photos were nearly on the border of abstruse and abstract. 🙂  🙂  lol…

Your heart & mine


image credit: google+

i often dream of a heart

to beat for you

oftentimes, had an illusion

of your looks, too


wanting a daily glimpse

of how your eyes declare

i froze in the coldness

of your empty arid stare


 where your sight had slanted

i looked to its direction

no one was there to lay on

but an ugly view of frustration


to leave in the lurch, it’s clear

and leap from the world you fear

your heart and mine don’t jibe

even when i tried to bribe…


End of a Love Song


when i sing a song

why is there

always Love

in its verse


if i hum the tune

why it’s always

a Love Song

that sways the notes

to tag along


emotion filled piece

echoes on the  hills

heartfelt rendition

brings a thousand thrills


it fills your heart

as it drifts away

flapping its wings

as the melody stays


in your memory

it lingers long

’til you memorize

the lines of the song


it’s not the chorus

that says the end

making you cry

spilling your tears

saying Goodbye…

Memory Card


In one of my travels in southern Philippines, I’ve ran out of memory cards for my camera. I forgot to bring extra card with me for the travel.  I was excited preparing for it, lest I forgot the most important part of the camera in picture taking, the memory card. Without it, my travels could not be documented and go home empty handed without proof. It was good I was still in the capital city when I checked upon the availability of the remaining shots I have in my camera (Sony SLT- A65V, α series). I still have time to look for the needed card and I was lucky enough to find a store selling camera needs and requirements. It was in a Malaybalay mall where I bought the card and took this picture. I bought Adata 16 GB with more than a thousand shots. I was thankful I have decided to spend an overnight stay at a Malaybalay, Bukidnon hotel. I was hesitant of spending the night on the road going to General Santos city, so that compromise was reached, spend the night in Malaybalay then catch an early morning bus for GenSan. So, I was ready for the cruising.

Call for Submissions: LEARNING TO DRIVE Poetry & Prose Series

Learning to drive or never learned to drive? Read this!

Silver Birch Press

Retro woman behind steering wheel
Most of us have a story (or stories) about how/when/where/why we learned to drive. We want to hear about your experiences as a neophyte driver in a poem or story (fiction or nonfiction), and invite you to submit your work to our LEARNING TO DRIVE Poetry and Prose Series. (Non-drivers can also participate by explaining why they’ve never learned to operate a vehicle.)

PROMPT: Tell us about learning to drive in a poem (any reasonable length) or prose piece (300 words or fewer). If you’ve never learned to drive, tell us why in poetry or prose.

WHAT: Submissions can be original or previously published poems or prose. You retain all rights to your work and give Silver Birch Press permission to publish the piece on social media and in a potential print edition.

WHEN: We’ll feature the poems and prose in the Silver Birch Press LEARNING TO DRIVE Poetry and…

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