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Joel M. Toledo

Joel M. Toledo is the author of six books of poetry, including Planet Nine. A former literary editor of the Philippines Free Press, Toledo was a recipient of the 2006 National Commission on Culture and the Arts Literary Prize and has won various awards for his poetry in English, including the Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Award, The Meritage Press Prize, and the Bridport Prize. His poems have appeared in The Iowa Review, ZYZZYVA, The Prairie Schooner, Softblow, and The Washington Square. He has co-edited local and international poetry journals and anthologies, including Caracoa, Under the Storm, and Cordite Poetry Review. A recipient of the Rockefeller Foundation Poetry Residency in Bellagio, Italy, in 2011 and 2023, Toledo was also a poetry fellow of the 2011 International Writers Program at the University of Iowa, USA. He teaches Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Santo Tomas and is a Resident Fellow of the UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies.

Saint-Paul de Mausole Sonnet After Van Gogh

                                         The painting started out as one crude sketch, lines and proportions silly. All over the scenery, smudge of trees and houses. There was form and there was...

Muon

A fifth fundamental force might help explain some of the big puzzles about the Universe that have exercised scientists in recent decades. BBC The key...

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PBA Philippine Cup 2025: guide to anniversary season

On October 5, the 50th season of the PBA Philippine Cup kicks off with an exciting clash between the Magnolia Hotshots and Barangay Ginebra San Miguel. Here’s a 1xBet review with all the key information about the upcoming tournament. Stages and format The 2025 PBA Philippine Cup season will...

House of Lola

Notwithstanding its idyllic ambiance, Dumaguete City in the early '70s was a cheerful city overflowing with enigmas and desires. Amidst the brackish environs of Escaño Beach, a few kilometers from the city proper, an old house stood. In that rustic 18th-century house, there lived a furtive woman...

On Sundays…and Belonging

On Sundays and belonging,And when I used to mess around with Lolo’s typewriter:Clicking and clacking the worn-out buttons, it is legacySounding against my stubby child fingers. You would often tell me stories about Mindoro:Of your father and the town hall—how he would walk a mileTo use the office...