Literary

Burnouts and shunt wires

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…
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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.  …
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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…
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Anak, kaya mo pa ba?

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…
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Incandescent reveries

Incandescent reveries

by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO WHEN I first stepped into the hallowed grounds of the University back in 2019, I had no idea what Agape was. I only heard about it in a passing conversation during the first few weeks of my freshman year. It seemed to be branded as a…
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The three princes’ feast

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…
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