Literary

Nature’s deception

Nature’s deception

IT IS not surprising to see you wonder about what goes on as night falls. And today, you also sense something unsettling in the sunshine.  Could it be the statuesque sculptures that seemingly hide centuries worth of paradoxes? Or the empty, inhumane calls between birds and other creatures? Perhaps it…
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Into the yonder

Into the yonder

by YSABEL SACRAMENTO THICK SMOKE from passing vehicles swarm España’s streets. The sky blends dark hues of orange and blue. Below the setting sun is the usual traffic and the crowd of students rushing to hail a tricycle, or racing to the nearest pedestrian lane. Manila’s humidity and Cecile’s hasty…
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In the palm of your hands

by YSABEL SACRAMENTO DELICATE is one of the many words that describe a child’s touch. Soft, fragile, unwrinkled— these portray a child’s touch the best. Similar to the vein pumping from their wrist, all the way to their chest.  Lightly and quietly beating, their hearts are just as fragile and…
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In Thy Memories

In Thy Memories

by VON ZYRON P. ALIMORONG SOMETIME around 7 a.m., a truck full of boxes came to Lester’s house. They were delivered by someone named Inday—a name he did not know, though the recipient he recognized as his own. Ten boxes were haphazardly pushed onto his sala. They contained tapes; old…
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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

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

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

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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