It’s 20 minutes after 8 in the eveningAnd everyone is readying themselvesFor another wretched night of fragile safety.Air raid sirens bellow throughout Kiev and Kharkiv and all over UkraineAs the ceaseless roar of rockets and missilesDart throughout the merciless winter night.The huddled masses...
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...
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...
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...
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...
(Intro: Shariff Kabungsuan Festival
While Christians prepare for Christmas, the Muslims in Maguindanao prepare for the Shariff Kabungsuan Festival to commemorate the arrival of Islam...
1
Night falls
I hear crickets
And the sound of waves
As the sea marks
A quiet day
Towards a somber weekend
2
I have lived with face masks
And face shields
For years
And...