Karina Lagdameo-Santillan

A Filipina from Manila, Philippines. A longtime Humanist. A Creative Director and Advertising Communications professional for many years, she has been active in the Community for Human Development, facilitating workshops for personal and social change to help build a culture of peace, nondiscrimination and nonviolence. She is currently a freelance writer and a volunteer editor-writer for Pressenza in Asia.

It all comes down to this?

POEM     After years and years go by You may perhaps If the gods of fortune do please Have A Steady job, an occupation (a daily drip of income to cover the ever-increasing expenses) A Family, kids (to fuss…

Intimations: A haiku journal #2

When a moment arises that plants seeds of inspiration and snares a sense of renewed feeling and fortuity, it bursts with an explosion of words that tries to capture what it intimates, meanings that add grace, wonder, beauty, and a…

Monsoon

POEM     The wind swirls around and strums the leaves. The monsoon arrives without a warning. A deluge, an outpouring from the heavens, As if in answer to the call of the earth. Parched, dry, drought, famine. Thousands, in…

To my guide

POEM     In the darkness With eyes closed In the silence I call you   I sit and breathe in Waves of calmness Waiting quietly For you   I ask no questions I seek no answers I simply want to…

With eyes wide open

POEM     I can see the sky getting darker I can hear the gods playing with thunder. I can see the wind blowing stronger I can hear the dogs barking harder.   I can feel you when you cry…

Those times when we were young

a personal narrative   I was rummaging through some stuff from the past to let go, when I came upon an old magazine– a Rogue Magazine (circa May 2008!) that featured its first annual Philippine Music Portfolio featuring the heavyweights,…

Beauty in the bleakest of times

POEM     A smile on the face Of a young man passing by A bird on a branch Who looks right at you, then at the sky The whisper of the wind On a hot and arid day A…

Quartet: Remembering the China Man

PROSE POEM     #1.The Turtle Pond Mornings, as a child, I watch him go down the stairs The China man, clad in all white, who lives upstairs. Newspaper in hand, all ready for a day’s work, But, before anything…

Quo Vadis, Philippines?

Opinions   I’m a retired senior citizen of the Philippines, just one of your average middle-class Filipinas. Last May 9, 2022, I, and millions of citizens, turned out to cast their votes in a hotly contested National Election for the…

To the One

POEM       Be it mother or father son or daughter brother sister your beloved life companion… This is To the One.   We are stronger than we think. We are deeper than we feel. We are wider than…

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