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06

Jul

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Dry Season

I USED to think of summer as an illusion of rest and revival; a hazy season stitched together by slow mornings and days so mundane they blur into each other, only to be racked with busy weekends and blistering outdoor plans. And yet, I find myself on neither end. As…

15

Jun

By Ren Sophia Bughaw

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Love, Unspoken

Morning leans in, unfolding by a crumbling wall where whispering white blossoms spill. He, bare-footed, wears yesterday’s tired shrug and reading glasses that hide everything unsaid. Wares made of pretend gold lie on faded velvet trays, a kingdom of tin and tinsel for passing eyes and careless fingers. Each…

10

Jun

By Hjadoeya Calica

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Collateral

WE WERE victims of early morning shifts and late night duties. We would wake up before everyone else and arrive home when everyone was asleep. We were at war with the duality of our bodies, confused about which consciousness to follow. A piece of paper was plastered on the wall…

02

Jun

By Von Zyron Alimorong

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Sanctuary

FOR THE last two of my almost six-year-long stay at the University, I have lived more or less the same routine. The routine is as follows: wake up, prepare myself, and make an early arrival at our office, maybe catch some coffee along the way, spend the rest of the…

04

May

By Hjadoeya Calica

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Ang Natitigatig

Dadapo ang mga mata sa kisameng puti at dilaw, Uhaw sa atensiyon ng pusong sa baba dumudungaw. Pasukin ang bahay mong sinimulan, Sa ibabaw ng marmol, doon huling dadasalan. Binuhusan ng tubig na nagpalamig sa ugat, Iyak ng mga anak sa dasalan ang maghuhudyat, ng dugong hindi na mahanap ang…

09

Mar

By The Flame Literary

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I could never fold paper cranes right

you looked at every little paper square with the eyes of an imagining child. images ravaged inside your head, your hands fidgeted with excitement to transform those four perfect corners into a geometric animal I can't comprehend. you reached for them without hesitation and you created a crane, a hummingbird,…

02

Mar

By The Flame Literary

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Heart-Shaped Box

THE HOUR-LONG ride to Bulacan was grueling. I stood the entire time, my knees aching, begging to crouch. Crushed between people as exhausted as I was, I couldn’t help but worry about the box inside my backpack. It was probably just as battered. Today had been my busiest yet—a seven-to-nine…

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Feb

By Abigail Adriatico

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Aphrodite’s cruel endowment

I do not usually ask the heavens to grant me answers to prayers whispered in desperation, with eyes shut closed in quiet devotion. I have no need to pine for a life that is not mine. Yet, he came waltzing in as if the Fates gave Aphrodite a moment away…

16

Feb

By The Flame Literary

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Nang dumating ka

Kung tutuusin, wala akong matapang na dilang magsasabing mahal kita, naisin ma'y walang mga kamay na kayang mahawakan ka, walang mga matang masugid kang tititigan, at walang mga paang kayang tumakbo tungo sa iyo. Ngunit dumating ka bitbit ang lahat ng uri ikaw habang tumutugtog ang himig ng paborito kong…

09

Feb

By Anthea Anika de Sales

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What the water told me

THE BOAT has learned to rock with its steady rhythm. But, there were times when the blue abyss would dance violently. The waves would rise, crashing then fusing with each other. Then a whiplash of light would appear, followed by the sound of cannons, and the cries of the fisherman’s…