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28

Oct

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Gigs & drinks

KAHIT KAILAN talaga itong si Mike, tulog mantika. Kanina pa namin siya tinatawagan ngunit hindi siya sumasagot. Nakarating na rin kami rito sa apartment niya. “Sabi ng portero, ilang araw na raw hindi lumalabas ng kuwarto si Mike,” wika ni Andrew. “Hindi niya rin daw pinansin ‘yung mga nagsidatingan na…

20

Oct

By Franz Zoe Stoelzl Baroña

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Never One Without the Other

JON WAS an aspin whose master was a cultivator and a seller of sampaguitas. Unfortunately, they were separated during the EDSA People Power Revolution twelve years ago when tanks and armored vans caused an uproar in their camp. As Jon rested on the uppermost part of a tall staircase–which had…

13

Oct

By Hjadoeya Calica

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Glare

It is haywire within my mind. The deafening silence of my mouth Contrasts what churns in my mind. As soon as the hands of time reach the middle, There emerges a full-blown war, A strife in my mind. It is a persisting dispute, a recurring fight. Voices of…

06

Oct

By The Flame Literary

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Tatay ni Tala

SA ISANG sikat na eskinita nakapuwesto si tatay. Tuwing umaga, nagsisimula na ang kanyang pagbasag ng mga itlog at paghalo ng harina at gatas, pandagdag sa mga nakahanda na pancake. Sa kaniyang liksi, wala pang mismong oras ng pagbubukas ay handa na ang lahat. Ilang sandali na lamang, mapupuno ng…

23

Sep

By Francis Miguell Sta. Rosa

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Sumunod ka lang sa agos

PUNUAN ANG mga dyip na mula Novaliches kaya sa hagdan na nito ako napaupo. Kung tutuusin, sa harap ng langit na kahel-lila at bugso ng mga kabataan at trabahador na umaapaw sa bangketa, himala nang wala pang nakasabit. Sa likuran ay nakapila ang marami pang sasakyan na sinisingitan ng mga…

09

Sep

By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento

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Used, with love

I USED to like the idea of having new things. As much as I appreciated hand-me-downs, my eyes gleamed brighter upon receiving brand new items. My grandparents often gave me gifts. They got me my first faux ballerina shoes when I was seven, my first phone when I was 14…

01

Sep

By The Flame Literary

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The Somali’s Yowl

THE SUN is barely up. Yet here they are, already basking in its light while adorned with synthetics, sly and sleek. I thought my red ribbon was decent enough, but the soles of their paws still blinded me. Their gaudy garments hurt my pockets more than my eyes. I barely…

18

Aug

By Hjadoeya Calica

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Paaga

Ang langit ay kulay abo; ang tubig sa lupa ay nalabusaw. Tahimik na ang mundong kanina tila lahat ng panginoon sa langit ay sabay-sabay na bumulyaw. Kinuha niya ang kaniyang bota, itak at sumbrero. Ang sumbrerong binigay sa kaniyang kamusmusan, ngayon ay nalamurit na ng panahon. Sa…

11

Aug

By The Flame Literary

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The Fifth Rite of Passage

LARA ALWAYS knew that there were only four rites of passage in life: birth, puberty, marriage and death. Her mother reminded her once more as their tricycle drove along España Boulevard in anticipation of the Thomasian Welcome Walk. “May isa pa akong gustong sabihin sa’yo,” the mother started. “Hmm?” Lara…

04

Aug

By Nicole Samson

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Pikit Mata

WALANG KAKAIBA o espesyal sa Lunes na iyon. Walang nagdiriwang ng kaarawan, anibersaryo, o napanalunang timpalak. Bitbit ang aming mga bag, naglakad kami mula sa eskwelahan, sabik sa makukuhang tsismis mula sa isa’t isa. Hindi nagbabago ang ruta namin. Didiretso ako, habang sila ay isa-isang hihiwalay mula sa grupo patungo…