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sometimes a girl just needs floor time (regularly)

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do you
see the shield i
wield to keep my brain sane?
look, i just need to lay to see
clearly.
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pitik ni @strxfall by @flucillie

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3 months ago

sometimes a girl falls down ncas steps (literally)

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the spark
i desperately
dug out of the downpour
was the impending death i tried
to flee

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pitik ni @strxfall by @flucillie

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3 months ago

Hair is not just hair. Monsters are not just monsters.

Wrapped around our heads is the hair that society longs to control. Channeling the experiential into literature, BRUHA is a collection of short stories where the grotesque transformation of women and their hair is symptomatic of patriarchal oppression.

This idea of monstrosity is rooted in Barbara Creed’s concept of the Monstrous-Feminine, where patriarchal anxieties define the woman’s mutilated body as horrific. Despite the portrayal of women in such abject and horrific terms, BRUHA seeks to unveil who the real monsters are: The patriarchy and the abject male. Hair, and how it is disciplined, mirrors what the patriarchal Filipino society seeks to discipline beyond the body.

To all Filipinas who were seen first for their hair, this thesis is for you. Time and again,
we share horror stories of rebonding, failed dye jobs, lice infestation, white hair, exploitation, and assault. From this violence, my thesis was birthed to encapsulate the monstrosity experienced by women through their hair. This may be a horror story collection, but it was written as a love letter to all Filipinas and their hair. Despite all the pain and discipline enacted on us, these stories allow us to acknowledge our traumas and assert that we can fight back. Beyond being a vehicle for discipline, our hair also allows us to resist.

After twenty-four years of burning, chopping, and disciplining my hair, I know that my hair will be seen before I am. My hair is ugly and I will let it be. This act of love frees me. I hope these stories can offer this catharsis to you, too.

If interested, send me a message for a copy of the complete manuscript. by @flucillie

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8 months ago

BOOK REVIEW 💬 “to eat flowers” by Mich Alagao blossoms with pain and patience. Healing from childhood trauma is a tender, non-linear journey, as evidenced by the book’s 50 poems 💐

The collection rethinks flowery writing. Instead of using ornate vocabulary, “to eat flowers” banks on simplicity. Here, plain words expose the mundanity that sustains flowers—soil, sun, water, air. It’s the process, not the product 🌀

Despite tackling topics like domestic violence and unrelenting sadness, Alagao handles it all with grace. Two hands holding you tight throughout the book. Instead, the focus is on how a child sees this world. Innocence is present, yet survival mode is automatic.

Faith is murky to a young girl. But, the poet grew to understand the proclivity of lolas to pray. Despite the heavy references to Catholicism, Alagao never shoves it down your throat.

The collection is curated with intentionality. The motifs and imagery are consistent. Alagao plays with poetic form (often indicating the form in the poem’s title). I enjoyed the burning haibun and the duplex.

“to eat flowers” is an invocation of daughters and mothers. An invitation to prune the rotting stems, to bask in all things light, to water the foundations, and to breathe.

Healing will come when you commit to the groundwork. Message @michalagao for a copy of “to eat flowers”. Thank you Mich for sharing your work with me! 🐝 by @flucillie

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3 days ago

venus retrograde, venus schmetrograde

ANYWAY! look at my new tatt (*≧∀≦*)

the cutest bunnies from @divelz.ink.ss’ flash sheet

generational photo i believe

i love when films have a distinct creative vision and commit to it

crocheted this signage for @pusanggalart HEHEHE

visited elbi for “the thing about eating alone”

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congrats to jiju for having my final masterpiece

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luvluvluv book nook!! my fave spot sa malls <3333 read 3 pages of “my lola’s love letters” and vvv relatable nung name ng fmc

m(._.)m by @flucillie

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mibf 2026 book haul 🌟📚🐝

it’s my second time to go (after 8 years lol) and i managed to stay exactly on budget and prioritize local publishers and self-pub authors!! ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ🍑

sure, mabilis ako mapikon pag na-overwhelm with big crowds, tight spaces, and long lines. pero parang natrump yung pikon with joy when i got to see a lot of college friends, online moots, and authors i’ve done reviews for (*´꒳`*)🩵

books mentioned 📚🧺
★ valentina mendoza and the great ilocos flood of 1867 - james francis warren (ateneo press)
★ touch me now - neal amandus gellaco (up press)
★ the second law - dennis andrew aguinaldo (up press)
★ our literate orality - j neil garcia (up press)
★ homecoming - marj ostani
★ sweetboi - clark leynes
★ a soul salvaged from sundered spaces - trishan diokno (packing sheets)
★ lingid - renz rosario (sierbosten)
★ the island, the city, and the milktea generation - memory prudenciado (isang balangay)
★ baby - catherine j hilario (phsa)
★ ang lumbay sa guwang ng ating lalamunan - a.l. sarino (phsa)
★ paghuhunos - ac ursua (bagamundo press)
★ boba girl - maxine pulgar ramos (8letters)
★ likhaan vol. 18

#bookhaul #mibf2026 #bookrecommendations by @flucillie

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a month ago

BOOK REVIEW 💬
The Thing About Eating Alone illustrates the journey of coming back home to our bodies. In her sophomore poetry collection, Marj Ostani encourages us to indulge in our grief and anger. Instead of running away, Ostani invites us to examine our unsteady homes, our wounds cracking through our skin, and all the rotting cavities within our bodies. The secret to healing lies deep within us; we just need to go through discomfort to figure it out.

It’s not enough to label Ostani’s prose as vulnerable. It’s tender. Tender like your skin when you fall off a bike and you discover your insides are pink with dots of white and red. Tender like the lightning strike to your tummy when your confession is met with rejection. Tender like when you unravel all your bloated guts and someone sees you, the entire you, messy parts and all.

Hope is not something that you find. It arrives. Or so Ostani writes in the concluding poem “Faith is No Light Thing”. And I get it. Healing isn’t something you force. It’s something that silently enters your unsteady home and cracked body.

I’m filled with so much despair that I forget to make space for hope. Feel all your feelings. Indulge in your grief. You’ll find all the answers. Hopefully you can forgive yourself for all the pain and anger. The cracks in our bodies never fade, and it’s beautiful to see how life has changed us. These little cracks allow light to peer in. So, let light be light.

The Thing About Eating Alone by Marj Ostani will be available at the Manila International Book Fair this September 9 - 13. Along with other indie authors, visit their booth at 2-118 at SMX Convention Center from Sept 9-13. by @flucillie

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trying to light all the wands coming at my way (sinimulan ko rin it’s a mens world)

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

i luv u ncas staircase

first time borrowing a book at the reading nook

started the second law from one of my fave writing profs (sir dennis truther)

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

hehe iniwan q rin sablay pix

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

trying to light all the wands coming at my way

trying to light all the wands coming at my way by @flucillie

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BOOK REVIEW 💬 like an extra sour and warm bowl of sinigang, marj ostani’s sophomore poetry collection “The thing about eating alone” found me at the perfect time 🍲🥀

ostani’s words poke at the cavities of my belly, leaving me tender. with all this grief, pain, and shame, i feel it all.

i’m still too shy to pull out a phone during book launches and events, so here’s one big video essay to compensate! (*☻-☻*)🌟

don’t be shy and preorder a copy now. the thing about eating alone will also be available at the manila international book fair this coming september 9-13 by @flucillie

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a month ago

unstyled buhaghag hair but ion think thailand cared W(`0`)W

pa-cool bago nakasakay sa BUTTERBEAR TREN

fujifilm finepix i found on carousel in 2021, i wuv u 4eva

kung pede lng maligo sa camphor and menthol

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ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ effort will pay off!!!!! (pls)

i mith sugar

naligaw at nakahanap ng palengke

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naligaw kasi nasa loob pla ng resto yung bookstore…

yes my camera roll was filled with tiles and architecture

gorgeous wired fences(???)

the art is in the most mundane spaces

color combo :333

genuinely the prettiest blue i’ve ever seen irl

a perfect house for a nyota by @flucillie

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2 months ago

BOOK REVIEW 💬
Cut-throat and laced with sarcasm, “She Devil” by Isabel Cabal captures exhaustion for a society that continues to demonize and persecute women.

In 60 poems, Isabel Cabal criticizes the biblical myths levied against women and condemns the violence occurring inside the house. Without analyzing the poems, it’s easy to discredit She Devil as rage feminism that blames daddy issues for picking the wrong man. Don’t mistake Cabal’s straight-to-the-point prose for a lack of poeticism. Her direct style of writing leaves no room for misinterpretation. Readers are provoked, triggered, and left in discomfort.

The poems view intimate spaces from a woman’s perspective. It’s intensely claustrophobic. There’s an air of isolation, where women are trapped not just inside their house but also in rigid gender expectations. The woman in Cabal’s poems is always defined by her relationships—to her mother, her father, her partners, her son. Cabal’s narrator releases an exhausted sigh. Her tongue drips with sarcasm.

Cabal goes against how I usually enjoy poetry. As someone who loves rhythmic and lyrical prose, I found Cabal’s style to be jabs full of sass. It prodded my mind, like a reminder that I shouldn’t be (unconsciously) finding a point to sing verses on women’s pain. She Devil was a real emotional rollercoaster.

Intersectionality creeps into the poems in the most mundane way. I particularly enjoyed the poem “Background Noise”. The man questions our narrator’s propriety as she asks about desire. Against the pressure punctuated by an igniting stove, the television delivers news on war. Including war imagery in a poetry book that tackles macho violence is effective.

Cabal reminds us of our desire to refuse. Cabal rears the demon’s head—a woman bearing a critical gaze and a piercing bite. The real demon is the macho violence that condemns women.

Our tongues may be brave but can our feet carry the same courage? I hope the answer is yes.

Thank you to @thefilipinoshelf , @thebellejar , and @ustpublishinghouse for providing a copy for review. She Devil by Isabel Cabal is available on Shopee and Lazada.

#TheFilipinoShelf #TFSSheDevil #SheDevilPoetry by @flucillie

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