September 30, 2021

Never Enough

By David Haldane Sept. 30, 2021   The more I know about him, the less I like him. His name is Jose Antonio Vargas; a Filipino […]
September 9, 2021

American Sins

By David Haldane Sept. 9, 2021     The line in the newspaper wrenched my gut. “Sitting on a pile of sandbags outside the family compound,” […]
September 2, 2021

Back on Track

By David Haldane September 2, 2021   His excitement was palpable. “Daddy,” he announced from the dimly lit screen of my cell phone, “I made a […]
August 26, 2021

Falling from the Sky

By David Haldane August 26, 2021     The video is shocking. In it, one clearly sees two dots—later identified as human beings—falling to their deaths […]
May 27, 2021

Broken Glass

By David Haldane May 27, 2021   The video felt like a punch in the gut. In it, dozens of young men accost diners at a […]
May 20, 2021

Joining the Resistance

By David Haldane May 20, 2021   The moment of truth came about 15 minutes in. There he was, standing in the frozen food section of […]
May 13, 2021

Escaping from a Test Tube

  By David Haldane May 13, 2021   My wife works in a space suit. She also dons rubber gloves, face mask, face shield, and tight-fitting […]
April 8, 2021

Crossing Borders

By David Haldane April 8, 2021   One of the happiest days of my life was the one in which my Filipino fiancé arrived in America. […]
March 4, 2021

The Beatnik Heart

Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime… — Lawrence Ferlinghetti in […]
February 18, 2021

Trump and Duterte

By David Haldane Feb. 18, 2021   I felt honored that she asked me. An old friend, a Filipino journalist named Effe Barker now living in […]
February 4, 2021

Boarded Windows

By David Haldane Feb. 4, 2021   The boards are everywhere. Driving along the nighttime streets, you see them on the storefront windows. Some stand nailed […]
January 21, 2021

Old Friends

By David Haldane Jan. 21, 2021   It had been nearly two years since we’d last met. Heather and I go way back. Sometime in the […]