A hollow, low-frequency sound or sensation from a bass drum or tympani, sometimes like a rolling bowling ball or thunder, the engine sound of tricycles in Brgy. Ajat, serves as an alarm clock for Cesar Diaz Jr. At 5:00c’clock in the morning he fills his pot with water places it on fire enough for him continue reading : Cesar’s Pot

 As the heavy drips of rain started to douse off through their gable roof, uneasiness started to creep in. A cup of brewed barako coffee would be enough to warm the cold weather but not for a weary mother whose racing thoughts were of her children – of whether to send them to school traversing continue reading : Mama Paved the Way