Jaeger
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
Glimpses On Life & Music.
Memoirs and songs.
Memoirs and songs.
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
I am not a pianist, but I can tap a tune.I am not a singer, but I can hum.I am not a teacher, but I can inspire.I am not a writer, but I can doodle.I am not a priest, but I can pray.I am not […]
Poetry
When I was in Grade three, my classmates and I were having our morning vegetable gardening in school. We were pulling out the weeds, raking and cultivating the dirt. One of my classmates, Analisa (Lisa Rubio Casuga), found a glittering object that looked like a […]
Memoir
