Literary

Christmas in Tungko
25
Dec
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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Christmas in Tungko

THE SUN had set long before Yana’s mother called out to her from the yellow-gated apartment of her cousin’s home, a cacophony of a sorbetero’s bell, hula hoop beads and strolling bikes filling the subdivision; the discord of noise a strange, comforting presence in the December air. Santa Claus figurines…
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Ang Panandaliang Hugis ng Usok
06
Dec
By The Flame Literary
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Ang Panandaliang Hugis ng Usok

  video by Yanina Alison Baltazar/ THE FLAME   ANG NAKASANAYAN nating gawi pagsapit ng dilim, umaasa sa kahel na ilaw sa dulo ng ating mga daliri. Naghihimagsik, nagpaparaya, magkaramay gabi-gabi. Nagbiro ka noong napatid ka at nahulog ang labi mo sa nakasinding baga sa kalsada, Ngayon tayong dalawa’y umaasa…
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Gusto ko matulog
24
Nov
By Nicole Samson
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Gusto ko matulog

“THESIS MANUSCRIPT” ang nakalagay sa tuktok ng pahina. Sa tabi nito: “FINAL FINAL DRAFT THESIS” at “FINAL NA TALAGA THESIS.” Sa kabilang hati ng screen, bukas ang JSTOR at ResearchGate. Nagkakagulo ang mga salita. Tuwing nalalayo ang mata sa screen, bumubungad sa’kin ang mga bote ng Sting at Redbull sa…
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Stoplight Serenities
16
Nov
By Bettina Katryn Reyes
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Stoplight Serenities

SWARM OF raised hands floats on the streets. Jeepneys with rusty metals flood Noval. Stoplights at the crossroads hold the world still as they drain familiar faces. Orange afternoon hues blur into darkness, Tired corners of the city float into thin air Reeking gasoline from Petron, black smoke of old…
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Where You Are
03
Nov
By Anthea Anika de Sales
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Where You Are

  THIS SACRED place we shared is mine alone tonight, now transformed into a shrine for your haunting. I conduct a séance at the place, and the hologram of your phantom manifests through my screen. Accompanied by your sweet furball from your youth, finally reunited. Pressing play on the motion…
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In Memory Through Time
01
Nov
By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento
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In Memory Through Time

THE DAY has stretched long enough for Kimpoy’s back to hurt, as it has been seated on the plastic stool in front of the computer. With a promise of pocket money, Kimpoy usually spends the week before Undas at his uncle’s computer shop. Helping out editing on Photoshop, printing out…
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