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.

The Fountain

A SHORT SHORT STORY       From where I sit, eyes closed, I imagine myself journeying towards it, there where the absolute fount of inspiration can be found. The road is long and I see myself walking, on foot,…

Morning Time

PROSE POEM     Early morning is sacred time. Time to look far into the lightening horizon, calmly searching for signs inscribed in the skies. Time to look heavenward, there where the moon still sits high upon her throne, sharing…

An offering

POEM     What can I offer you But my thanks and gratitude For being part of my life…   Its light and dark moments I shared with you As we pass through the days and nights of our lives.…

A poem in the time of covid 19: A song of love and longing

A POEM AND A NOTE:     I love the way your presence comforts me The grace of your being The lightness of your touch.   I long to have you by my side In the morning light In the…

A Covid Chronicle: This crazy, yet crazy-beautiful world

POEM     A grim specter has been haunting the four corners of the world. North, South, East, West, An unseen virus, like a whirlwind Has wreaked havoc on the lives of all and sundry.   Lives and livelihoods are…

A poem in the time of covid-19: To Mnemosyne

A POEM AND A BACKSTORY     Imprisoned by an unseen virus, Days went by, enclosed, barren and bereft.   When the body is shackled The mind wanders, If not to future hopes Dimmed by a closing in of the…

Dream

POEM     I dream of leaving this blighted land. Here, abundant waters rise up to the heavens But no rainfall returns to nourish the earth. Jungles give way to burnt-out mountains Trees felled and fettered as logs en route…

Memento Mori*

POEM     The tombstone marks the name and the years of a life To remember that death like a shadow, follows. But, even for a day, they are alive in memorials and memories.   Flowers are placed, candles are…

Testimony

PERSONAL NARRATIVE     Over thirty years ago, I was blessed enough To come in contact with a current of thought, A way of thinking, feeling and acting in the world That has, since then, served as direction and foundation…

Memories of Mumbai: Recollections and Reflections

On the occasion of the 40th anniversary of the Public Act in Mumbai, held by The Community of Human Development   (Personal Narrative) On Oct 31, the 40th anniversary of a public act will be held, revisiting what was said…

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