Literary

The Morning Crisis

The Morning Crisis

IF ONLY I had the courage to slip a “good morning” into his inbox, I would have finally justified my sleep deprivation. I can only imagine the sensation of waking up with his name and response etched on my phone’s screen every day instead of a message announcing the Zoom…
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A Quarter of Change

THERE IS an aching, blinding hue of orange in the sky as the sun rises. It is not warm like sunrises should be—it is almost as if the sun is swallowing the world whole, and it is just a quarter to six. The streets are also deafeningly quiet, in contrast…
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Barcelona: A bleak world with historical reveries

IN A dystopian world filled with watery graves and remnants of history, romantic gestures sink underwater as social and ecological issues submerge cities. Barcelona is an adverse product of an alternative reality draped in mangled motifs. Published by Avenida Publishing House, Barcelona is a dystopian graphic novella by Criselda Yabes, a Filipino writer,…
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A Dove Born of Ashes

A Dove Born of Ashes

Embers flickered of a dying, crumbling home. my fingers stained gray of sin, regret, and ruin of hope.   it crushed what  the flame broke what it took and what it left.   ashes upon ashes of what used to be reminders of lit matches  and scorched petals.   winds…
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A Nook in Baguio

THE SUNDOWN and the foggy atmosphere surround the forgotten toys as I reflect on the memories tied to them. One thing is certain: everything seems unchanged, hopefully for the better. Yet the remembrance of this place eludes me, as does the time I truly inhabited through capturing this moment. The…
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Saltburn: Taking obsession to the grave

MANOR HOUSES, in all their external allure, attract hungry pursuers driven to madness by avarice — the proverbial root of evil.  These obsessed conquerors peek through the high-rise windows, waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting owners. They scheme to take the wealth and beauty of the structures’ embellishments, even if…
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Seek refuge, wearied soul

Seek refuge, wearied soul

Seek refuge, wearied soul for the times have taken a toll Your face deserves a gentle kiss Of the countryside’s breeze   Let the sand immerse your toes Let it calm your sole sore from all the chase   Slowly approach the coast inch by inch until you are soaked…
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