Author Archives: Menaya Garces

The Man Who Wouldn’t Be Naked

There’s just too much story written on his skin: The tale of his sordid affair with the ground when he was younger, the kiss of the bamboo against his foot that opened up his flesh to a whole new keloidal perspective. The intimate whispers of the garish whiteness that is a community of panau that [...]

Live Wire

A cat framed in lazy repose
With tongue lolled out red as rose
Eyes wide, back arched in a gentle rise
Caught in eternal leathery surprise

The Unnamed 6

Chapter 5
Of King and Queens and Promises
We settled in the barrio life as well as can be expected. Eventually even the hard bed became comfortable, the creaking floor a lullabye, and the strange sounds in the night like friendly whispers in our ears as we drift off to sleep.
Mark and I became close. Closer.
He [...]

The Unnamed 5

Chapter 4
Coming Home
We set up a makeshift hut at the edge of the barrio, with the help of the townsfolk. It was a one storey affair, an uncomfortable division in the middle of the room, and nothing else. It had a single window looking out to the woods beyond, and the door to the barrio. [...]

Featured Posts

Starting April, 2009 if you want your short story, poetry, series, or any other literary works posted here, send your works to menaya.garces@gmail.com.
Any works I post shall be properly credited and linked back to your blog or web site. Please include your email, web or blog address, and the name you wish the work [...]

The Unnamed 4

Chapter 3
The First Moon
It was in fact an odd backwater barrio I was in. They didn’t bury their dead. They rolled the corpse in a mat made of woven hay, and hung her on a tree within the woods that surrounded the place. All these I tried to accept with what grace I had. Different [...]

The Forgotten

By the corner where shadows convene
Huddles a figure lain unseen
She lies among a litter of corpses
In a field of burning lilies and roses
Her tears falling for those who fell
When they heard the tolling bell
She tries to remember the faces of those
Who have been turned to earthbound ghosts

And in remembering She finds here wings
And Her little [...]

My Thanks

Thank you Submit Sites Blogs URLs Here For Free for a spot on your blog. I wanted to post this a few days back, but I wanted to do the write up on a weekend so I have a lot more time to think about what to say.
This is the first time this blog has [...]

The Unnamed 3

Chapter 2
Bad Blood
I woke up to the sound of the screams. I rushed from the makeshift hut I was provided with during my stay in the barrio to the house across the well. Several townsmen have already gathered in front of the house, some shaking their heads sadly. Most of them were outraged. I pushed [...]

First Erotic

And then there was light
As there was light in the beginning
Hands sliding on the satin of your skin
Tracing the curlicues of your name
Pouring whispers of my love into the crevices
Igniting the air with the liquid fire of our lust

And you shall writhe with the feel
of flesh upon flesh sweat against sweat
The grunts of ecstasy shall [...]

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