Before the second episode of the Philippines Graphic Literary Workshop (PGLW) concluded on March 21, we knew that we had one more thing that we can offer our bright young fellows: a starting platform for their creative endeavors. Here, we present one of their final outputs from the workshop. We also asked them to provide an artwork that they think best represents their stories. Read on.
There is certainty in sitting with cats
where tufts of their fur float along with the wind
and the wind assumes east and east assumes
south, that I remember the soldiers will come back
to the city pretending to be lost love, and in their wake
lies the song of butterflies and rainbows long gone,
so I swing by the field in search of grasshoppers and
heart to return to my sibling bounded by bed, no longer
able to jump on leaves and sing trees with me.
There is
certainty in staying ‘til dark to see the drops of rain
through car lights and feel the dampness of layers of
shirts, so as to proclaim normalcy, the mundane, the
usual, but there will be a day that the sun peeks through
paintings in red and we would have to flee somewhere
else in limbo.
The city does not forgive, so long as I am to believe.
And if so, I believe in mythology.
Written by AL Sarino
