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Jan

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The sorter of letters

by FRANZ ZOE STOELZL T. BAROÑA ANDENG SORTED countless mails since the first ascent of dawn. It was only fair for her to evoke a sense of weariness. At 7 in the evening, she departed from the Post Office and wandered along the entangled paths of Liwasang Bonifacio. Lampposts and lanterns…

07

Jan

By The Flame Literary

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As the midnight dandelion blooms

by VON ZYRON P. ALIMORONG IN THE days leading up to New Year, Barbara’s parents would often talk about a strange firework that only appears once every 23 years. Its beauty can hypnotize anyone, they say, and leave them breathless. Its origin is unknown. Many had tried to look for…

02

Jan

By The Flame Literary

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Deafening excitement

by NICOLE DG. SAMSON EVERYONE RAN around me, carrying plates of food and drinks. I had no appetite. Though the sofa was comfortable to sit on, it was hard to ignore the loud engines of motorcycles dragging pots and pans on the road or the kids with their plastic trumpets. …

26

Dec

By The Flame Literary

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Burnouts and shunt wires

by FRANCIS MIGUELL S. STA. ROSA HE STUMBLED as he journeyed to the España side, decorating the floor with his reading materials. Tired even of getting mad, he let out a big sigh and picked up the papers—and himself. “Okay, slower now.” Christmas colors dictated the movement of the vehicles along…

24

Dec

By The Flame Literary

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The assemblage of yellow hues

by HJADOEYA CALICA Under the flowing energy of the sun, Particles of perspiration by my flesh, Found its way to the knitted threads. The queue of hasting feet, The urging buttons of electricity, The cadre's arms away from its body— I was caught in the arrow without end. …

17

Dec

By The Flame Literary

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Into the abyss

by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER GROUNDS CLAD in yellow gold. The unmistakable atmosphere keeps me in my senses. The deeper into the campus grounds, the longer these dangling Christmas lights get. Into the abyss of traditions, I find myself tantalized once again. Weight piles up on my shoulders, as arms suddenly…

10

Dec

By Hjadoeya Calica

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Anak, kaya mo pa ba?

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…

03

Dec

By The Flame Literary

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The three princes’ feast

by FRANZ ZOE STOELZL BAROÑA THE LEAST of all things Andre asked for was a last supper. "Anong balak niyo?" he asked his two friends. They sat on an elevated sidewalk near St. Raymund's Building, sharing what seemed to be a calm meal beneath all the passersby who painted the…

26

Nov

By The Flame Literary

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A cat stood across the sunless street

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…

19

Nov

By The Flame Photography Department

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Timeless

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…