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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…

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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…

25

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…

15

Feb

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Vanity Mirror

by CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA WHEN THE night grows quiet and the sound is left for the cicadas, Helen silently sits before the vanity mirror. With its carved curlicues, the wooden frame devours her whole. It was the same mirror that devoured the features of Helen’s mother; and their female…

15

Feb

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Pied Piper

by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER From the realm where I exist You pulled me into a world devoid of reality Once the clock strikes jarringly Fireflies master the art of allure Flowers embellish the vines with their glory Iridescence overtakes the paths I cross To which crickets of the dead of…

14

Feb

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Solitary Rain

by FRANCIS MIGUELL S. STA ROSA OR SO he recalls, there was almost zero visibility when he was driving along MacArthur Highway. The wiper was already on its highest setting, but quite absurdly, Bocaue is still passable. He just went on a date with someone. They ate at a dim sum…

14

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…

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Jan

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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…