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The Lost Memories of Tomorrow

Anita woke up without a name. The idea was terrifying, but for some reason, she was calm as the doctor called her name. “Anita? Can...

The News of You

Briefly, just after college, I left my parents’ house, thinking independence was a priceless thing. It was worth it, I liked to remind myself, especially...

First of Many

Throughout the annals of history, many facts are long forgotten or never recorded at all. This is accurate regarding the time we humans lurked...

Three Baggies, One for Each of Us

“Did you get it?” Tobi asked, though he already knew the answer just by the look on Jimwel’s face. “Three baggies, one for each of...

STUDENT’S CORNER

When the Philippines Graphic Reader started in February 2022, it became the first and only nationally-circulated, monthly, literary magazine in the country devoted to Philippine literature in English. This year, on its third year, it transitions to being an education tool for promoting...

ISSA, ONE AND ONLY

I am Issa—the one and only. My parents named me Juan, which in English sounds like “one.” In Tagalog, “one” is isa, just like my name. Well, sort of—it’s Issa, pronounced, Ee-sah.     In my language, we don’t say “she” or “he,” we say...

Arranging Furniture at Midnight

I move chairs at midnight, Adjusting my wife’s preference Which one is facing which. The cats are doing football Banging on tables and walls. All six of them, Siamese versus Persian All team High Maintenance. My angry wife wakes up, Reminding us she needs to sleep. I’d pay for this in the morning, When...

The Times, They Are A-Changing

Saturday. The afternoon’s stifling heat is rising in waves. Rogie crosses the road and pushes the gate of the compound of Dr Rieu’s residence. Rogie notices some village chiefs treating themselves with soft drinks. After the usual welcome by their candidate for town...

Patterns

The chisel as creator Lends shape to wood, to stone. Shape being the truth of character, Reality of body and bone, Sculpted fact of form, The confidence of matter. The paintbrush as creator Draws maps of rainbows, Contours of celebrations, Then blends faithful colors With their reserved spaces. Spaces being the measure of possibilities That...

Long before Darkness, Or, The Night Ileana Fell in Love

She had lived in the shadows all her life. Literally this meant the shadows of the mountains in the rural town where she was born and where she spent the earliest years of her childhood. Then came the shadows of the skyscrapers that...

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