Pilgrim. Pressed Flower. Late Bloomer. Mariel Alonzo is currently a student of Psychology in the Ateneo de Davao University as well as a poetry reader for The Adroit Journal. She was one of thirteen international blogging interns for UNICEF - Voices of Youth 2015.
In a more personal note, this blog is intended for my interrogations, shards, my brief romances with brief objects in brief spaces and times. Here I lay down my favorite recyclings of words from my beloved throats along with visual arts that have touched the prostates of my eyes. Here I recall all things that I've loved, and all things that would never/ever/if ever love me, and things that I could only miss and be mesmerized by this yearning. Here I try to find beauty in dirty things, to find voices from the echoes spilt on newspapers, issues that I try to skin with my teeth with. Here is my cage and my beasts, both tamed and feral. Here are two parts of me: animus and anima, pistil and stamen, swallowed and leftover. My all and none, in one.
Thank you so much for being here to collapse and build with me.
Yours,
Naro
In a more personal note, this blog is intended for my interrogations, shards, my brief romances with brief objects in brief spaces and times. Here I lay down my favorite recyclings of words from my beloved throats along with visual arts that have touched the prostates of my eyes. Here I recall all things that I've loved, and all things that would never/ever/if ever love me, and things that I could only miss and be mesmerized by this yearning. Here I try to find beauty in dirty things, to find voices from the echoes spilt on newspapers, issues that I try to skin with my teeth with. Here is my cage and my beasts, both tamed and feral. Here are two parts of me: animus and anima, pistil and stamen, swallowed and leftover. My all and none, in one.
Thank you so much for being here to collapse and build with me.
Yours,
Naro
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