Liyab

The brightest star coming to a trance, The flesh of my being made its stance. And suntanned bricked walls enhanced,   In my grime iris, I see my reflection in the window. Fossils above me pursue each other, Indefinite bonds walk through fiber.   Beyond the glass window,  The pacing…

by VON ZYRON P. ALIMORONG There, across the sunless street, a cat there stood and looks ahead— with irises bright, like the skin of a sunset sky; with whiskers long and thin, like the softest brushstrokes of nature; and in its little yawn I see the kindness of the world enclosed…

by NICOLE DG. SAMSON   A LOUD burst of laughter permeated the air as the trio walked down the streets. Children turned their heads in shock and the vendors in annoyance.  Ray stared at his friends and savored a familiar sight. It has been a long time since they have…

by FRANCIS MIGUELL STA. ROSA Mula natutong maglakbay, kasama ka Ikaw lang ang lakas, saan man magpunta Lagi kong dalanging huwag kang mawala Lalo sa tuwing tayo lang ang magkasama   Ako ay sabik sa muling pagtatanan Dalhin ako sa luntiang kagubatan Kung saan kalikasan lang ang kapiling Dahil sa…

by TRIXCY ANNE LOSERIAGA IT HAS been a while since Gabriel saw his little sister.  She resided on Southwest Hill, only three miles from his apartment.  Despite the moon illuminating the way amid the seedless sky, he still got lost on his way. The white lilies pranced around, anticipating his…

THE CRICKETS and the gush of the river were the only things audible in the town—until a knock brought Aurora back to reality. She walked towards the door, and greeting her from the other side were two uniformed men with badges. “Are you Mr. Leon’s daughter?” She distanced herself from…

Once during the last tick of the eve I crossed the gate  of Miguel de Benavides and pathed to the basalt shelf  where the French tome laid.   ‘Jeanne d'Arc,’ it was written on the foremost page, and I had felt her speak to me with a gentle voice.  …

by HJADOEYA CALICA ALAS SAIS na ng gabi, nagpapahiwatig na patapos na ang araw.   Sa lugar na ito, pamilyar na sa akin ang tore, puno, at ang poste para sa ating bandila dahil lagi ko itong nadaraanan.  Sa aking balintataw masisilayan ang liwanag na siyang nagpahinto sa akin tulad ng…