Literary

Lifetimes

Lifetimes

WHEN I asked my friend his age, he revealed it was as young as our independence. He told me that he had seen the sun and three stars when it was first hoisted up among the clouds.  That day signaled freedom for his brothers, but for him, those yellow threads…
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The Last Sail to the Terminal

The Last Sail to the Terminal

THE FERRYMAN laments the day his ship might never emerge again. Hours before, the tin ship, rusted with age, was packed with strangers who exchanged sweat without malice. Paper bills and coins climbed a staircase made of open palms, their scent clinging to the crevices of everyone’s hands. Dressed in…
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Mourning Songs

Mourning Songs

HIS NAME was not Orpheus, but it might as well have been. Every song echoed like a love song as he strummed the beaten-up six-string.  While the sweet melodies were meant for his bride, they flowed into the city and concealed the dangers lurking in the Manila streets. He turned…
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The Beast of Quezon Drive

The Beast of Quezon Drive

HAVE YOU ever felt a brush against your leg while sitting on the campus benches, or heard a faint cry just before leaving St. Raymund’s? If the answer is yes, you may have just encountered the beast of Quezon Drive. Within the trees rests a creature draped in tiger stripes,…
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