Literary

02
Jul
By The Flame Literary
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What a person seams

by YSABEL SACRAMENTO IN EACH passing day, there is a different combination of fabrics seamed together—denim on leather, lace on cotton, lace on silk. Sometimes, there is no fusion. The thread runs along smoothly on the seam line, binding both cotton and lace together. An ambiguous sensation rushing through each…
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Ibis Luksa
30
Jun
By Francis Miguell Sta. Rosa
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Ibis Luksa

by FRANCIS MIGUELL S. STA ROSA NAKATALUKBONG NA sa iyo ang hiniram kong lonang may mukha ni Kapitan. Nagluluto na ang ilang manang ng mga putaheng ipapakain sa mga bisita, habang tinatabunan naman ng iba pa ang mga inumin ng yelo. Maging si Father ay magmimisa lang at didiretso na…
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To all of our days
25
Jun
By The Flame Literary
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To all of our days

AS THE day starts, my mind impersonates an empty hall. The deafening silence haunts the liminal space.  The passion that was once ablaze within my body dwindles. Truth be told, fatigue has scalded my body as if I was burned down to a cinder. Today is a bit different; after…
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Bridging The Soil and Sky
21
Jun
By Nicole Samson
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Bridging The Soil and Sky

by NICOLE DG. SAMSON THE STORIES of the past spoke of the myths behind these trees. Some are horror stories about a white lady on the road that shares the trees’ name. One tree, in particular, held a generation of stories from the families in the barangay.  The rhythmic tapping of…
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New world
11
Jun
By The Flame Literary
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New world

THE SOFT shimmer of moonlight illuminates the gardens near my village.  They are right; taking a midnight stroll does help soothe my dreadful heart. These last few years of my life in the University were tough but I grew and learned a lot. My diary is a testament to all…
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A Conversation in a Sea of Blue
11
Jun
By Abigail Adriatico
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A Conversation in a Sea of Blue

by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO WHILE MY mother and my aunt were busy styling my hair and fixing my makeup a few hours before the solemn investiture, I was staring at my reflection on the hotel mirror. Even while my mother was yet to put an absurd amount of makeup on my…
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Leaving Gate 10 on June 5
09
Jun
By Hjadoeya Calica
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Leaving Gate 10 on June 5

by HJADOEYA V. CALICA I WILL soon forget how your eyes would seek me in the crowd of goodbyes. Soon, you will forget how my eyes try to capture your denying gaze. The sun emits a light I have not seen in years. Its yellow hues complement your hazy brown eyes,…
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By me, for you
03
Jun
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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By me, for you

THE SCORCHING heat of the afternoon is enough to make Josephine feel sick throughout her shift, the knotted ends of her pamaypay almost wearing out. It is only a little over the afternoon, but her bones are starting to feel like they could melt and dissipate. “Okay ka lang dyan?…
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