“So begins their pursuit of beauty: leaves tumble into barrels of water and lye, the green tears of plants steamed to the clarity of human tears. Then, the same women take up Their pestles and pound the landscape Into pulp.… — Ramon C. Sunico Copy Share Image
“Had she stayed, I would have told her of quite another sea. It does not dance for tourists; it does not dress for youths.… — Ramon C. Sunico Copy Share Image
“Words fail.... As a grudging admission, after much denial, that even as we try to preserve and create, through, with, in language, whatever is… — Ramon C. Sunico Copy Share Image
“So begins their pursuit of beauty: leaves tumble into barrels of water and lye, the green tears of plants steamed to the clarity of… — Ramon C. Sunico Copy Share Image
“And so their small, subtle verbs mince the universe into tenses, their pronouns and articles slice people into genders. They infect us with the… — Ramon C. Sunico Copy Share Image
