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May

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Unsaid farewell

by ALYANNA YSABEL DV. SACRAMENTO A WAVE of fear whirls in the pit of his stomach. Just earlier that day, he was walking hand in hand with his mother. For a young boy like Iñigo, getting strayed away from his mother is the last thing he wanted to happen. With only…

14

May

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Nanay pa rin

by FRANCIS MIGUELL S. STA. ROSA sa anong punto bang ang ina’y ‘di na ina? ‘pag supling ay tao na, o sarili o ina anak pa rin ba? saksi ako sa kaganapan sa kanilang pagsilang sa madaling araw ng katandaan pasan ang daigdig, na pinasang mayro’ng tangan nang lumao’y nagsilang…

06

May

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Camera log

by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA THE TENSION pinned us down as the crowd gathered within the vicinity of the incident. The policemen loaded with full gear barricaded the streets, hoping to quench the agitated looks of the citizens. However, it only fueled the citizens' resolve as more people arrived. We made…

30

Apr

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Soiree

by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER Beckoned by its abysmal towers She trots into the ornate ravine Lost in her own delicate pitter patters As the visage of her, paints dull skies As the thought of her brings forth life Gazing from their supposed soiree Delicate tugs linger within her…

23

Apr

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Pagod

by FRANZ ZOE STOELZL T. BAROÑA THE LAST jeepney was heard at the tail end of Doroteo Jose where an aging railway hung above it. George had just settled from counting the coins and bills he collected when he found an elderly man, dressed in black trousers and a polo,…

15

Apr

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Trinitarian Formula

by HJADOEYA V. CALICA “SA NGALAN ng Ama,” Through the stained glass window of the church, the light penetrated towards their praying faces. They were in the last church for their Visita Iglesia. The sunlight provided warmth and served as a cradling arm for the unseen presence of the Lord. The…

08

Apr

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His Desecration

by VON ZYRON P. ALIMORONG HE WOKE up last Monday and saw that someone left an apple beside his styrofoam cup. It was a mystery to him who would have had the heart to leave him something to eat. "Baka si Diyos Ama?" he says. “Birheng Maria. Kaso ‘di ko naman…

01

Apr

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Ode to their calloused hands

by CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA Here, the foliages sing in lush green. Dense with tenderness from the calloused hands that set the tempo of the rivulets down to earthen roots, the hands that never let the leaves turn into multitudinous folds— untuned, scorched, and cracked underneath the blazing sun. The…

26

Mar

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Missing the beat

by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO WHILE HOLDING a clipboard to her chest, Anika stood behind the large speakers that hid her from the rest of the auditorium. Her gaze fell toward the hosts giving their spiels onstage. So far, everything was going according to plan. They had been planning this event for…

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Feb

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Tale of the greedy king

by FRANZ ZOE STOELZL T. BAROÑA AFTER TWO decades of subjugation, Epifanio de los Santos Avenue (EDSA) has, at last, begged to differ on the 22nd of February, 1986. "Ba’t ang daming tao ngayon?" nine-year-old Kurt pondered. Underneath the old moon, hundreds of pedestrians have begun to gather along Ortigas…