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The Last Sail to the Terminal
20
Jul
By Adam Joseph Bolante
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The Last Sail to the Terminal

THE FERRYMAN laments the day his ship might never emerge again. Hours before, the tin ship, rusted with age, was packed with strangers who exchanged sweat without malice. Paper bills and coins climbed a staircase made of open palms, their scent clinging to the crevices of everyone’s hands. Dressed in…
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Mourning Songs
06
Jul
By Anthea Anika de Sales
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Mourning Songs

HIS NAME was not Orpheus, but it might as well have been. Every song echoed like a love song as he strummed the beaten-up six-string.  While the sweet melodies were meant for his bride, they flowed into the city and concealed the dangers lurking in the Manila streets. He turned…
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The Recessional
07
Jun
By Bettina Katryn Reyes
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The Recessional

It takes approximately twenty steps to cross the Arch from Lovers Lane. At the fifth, the screaming begins: a collective, deafening exhale of years of held breath. By the tenth step, the dizziness kicks in. The momentum of my peers carries me forward. Everything is going by too fast—the high…
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Bahay-bahayan
19
Feb
By Bettina Katryn Reyes
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Bahay-bahayan

  SIGURO KUNG puwede, hinalikan na kita. 'Di ko naman dinadamdam sa gabi na maraming puwedeng makakita sa 'tin—prof ko, prof mo, kasama ko sa trabaho, pati nga kung sino mang Diyos na nasa itaas. Pero hindi puwede. mawawala ka at mawawala ako. Maaaring mawala pa tayo sa buhay ng…
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Pahalik sa Makasalanan
10
Jan
By Hjadoeya Calica
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Pahalik sa Makasalanan

  TAHIMIK lahat. Nag-iisang dibdib ang katawan at kaluluwa. Hawak-hawak ko ang lubid, pinagpapasa-pasahan, pilit tinutuwid ang daloy ng mga debotong gaya ko. Sa loob ko taimtim na nagmumuni-muni, “Ilang kamay na ang humawak dito?” Sa pag-iisip ko ako’y nawala, naamoy ang amoy ng insenso’t sigarilyo, kumakapit sa baga kong…
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Malay mo, this year…
31
Dec
By Anthea Anika de Sales
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Malay mo, this year…

MURA ANG nabiling grapes ng Mama ni Iya last year. Sign na dapat ‘yon sa kanya. Habang nagkakantahan ang kanyang pamilya ng Kitchie Nadal medley at nagpapaputok ng fireworks ang kapitbahay sa labas, tinatago na ng tatay niya ang lumang kalendaryo. Siya? Stuck pa rin sa multo niya last year.…
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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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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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Sino ang tao, sino ang laman
31
Oct
By Hjadoeya Calica
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Sino ang tao, sino ang laman

MAGPAPABAGA tayo sa tabi ng paupahan gamit ang posporong minana mo sa tatay mo. Hahagod ang pula sa lalamunan ko, uubo, ilalabas ang hanging ninakaw ko sa’yo. Ang mga mata mong nakatutok na sa’kin. Mapanuri, tila hinihiwa ang balat tagos hanggang buto. Hinablot ko ang kahong nasa kandungan mo, Tinitingala…
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