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Four Poems for the Future

Nothing’s Too Far There is no escaping the long arm of memory, & the more I try to, I turn to it instead: During trips to my father’s house tucked deep in Badbad, I learned as a child to look at the blurring flowers when responses to “Are...

The Bandit Who Banished the Aswangs

YOU NEVER FELT so secure before…. Hovering above the now-unshackled pristine and fertile triangular island of 1566 Bamban were familiar crimson cumulus clouds. Fresh off the ships, the towering yet mapuraw bangús-white people—with broken Bisaya—claim that the Sicily-like land, brimming with oyster shells...

PHILIPPINES GRAPHIC READER August 2022

In our August 2022 issue, novices and veterans share their literary works. Read multi-awarded poet, fictionist, and essayist ROWENA TIEMPO TORREVILLAS’ poem “AWA-AO (for Gemino Abad)” and “Maranatha” from poet MILA AGUILAR SHORT STORIES“Say My Name” by Tansi Ajette P. Gabriel“The Rag Dolls” by...

Only When It Rains

Pluviophile. She had to look that word up because she wanted to know if there was a term to describe people like her. People who love the rain, according to Google. People who find joy and peace of mind in rainy days. She didn’t know...

GRANDSON OF BAYAWAK

I have been bullied since I was a kid. People have been calling me the grandson of bayawak. I never knew why such a name has become a part of me. From the time I grew up, I have been called bayawak. I...

Penalty of our Frailties

“And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.”—John Steinbeck, East of Eden Our city offers a beautiful scene,...

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Encounter at the S.C. Field

Mornings do not rise Above this leafy prison. Time hangs midnoon Over sharp sugarcane leaves, Striking against the downpour Of cruel sunrays. All the sounds enclosing Are the rustle of the...

Find Us a Rainbow(A Song)

Find us a rainbow at the end of the stormFind us a rendezvous where we can weave a dreamFind us a sunshine at the...

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...

THE RAINBOW

There are many stories in man’s remembering. Some say they are spun by an old woman who lives hidden from the sun’s rising and...