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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...

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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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Eating more but growing less: Stagnant Philippine farms linked to widening rice gap

As of 2022 alone, Filipinos were eating 2.3 million metric tons more rice than the country produced—an 18 percent shortfall that has locked the Philippines into deeper dependence on imported rice despite years of government programs to boost local harvests. This widening gap is the focus of new...

Shadows of Togetherness

In every harbor, salt clings to skin, and mothers’ songs drift into dawn, soft as mango fuzz, warm as a sun-stroked shoulder. Markets breathe with spice and voices, stretching like rope bridges over rivers carved from memory. We gather fragments— grief tasting of smoke and ash, joy dripping like sugarcane juice, hope folded into secret folds of...

Kronos Eats All His Children in the End

What do you fear for yourself in the future? Haya stared at the question written on the paper. For some reason, her college has a dedicated class about preparing students for the life of being in college — especially this college. Haya thought it was a nuisance, really. It...