‘Mr. Trapo’

‘Mr. Trapo’

In My Eyes By Edward B. Antonio One is surely amused when he hears the word “trapo,” fellas. Ordinarily, it denotes that piece of rag used in kitchen and carinderia tables. Or the one you… Read more »

The Little Boy

The Little Boy

In My Eyes By Edward B. Antonio Death. That is the surest thing to happen, fellas. When my mother died last year, I felt something also in me died. I felt I could have done… Read more »

Seeing the Dead

Seeing the Dead

IN MY EYES By Edward B. Antonio (First of Two Parts) One day, while visiting my son Genghis’ room, I was met with a suffocating unpleasant odor that I could hardly describe. I found out… Read more »