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The Centurion
At six, Enzo Domingo bore witness to a miracle. That was the summer that Kuya Elison got sick. Enzo woke one night to find his brother laying next to him, covered in sweat and skin burning with fever. Eli squirmed in his sleep,...
The Red Banca on Our Island
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No one can forget that red banca. If anyone were to ask how it looked, no one on our island would be mistaken in describing such a banca. Its color resembled the fresh blood of a butchered pig, and it was quite large,...
Simulacrum
Jesus fuck!” I blurted out. I pray my devout Catholic of a Mom and Dad didn’t hear that one but—Christ on a stick—this stupid fucking laptop. Been trying to get it to open again for hours now. One moment three glitched pixels were...
The Mysteries beside the Brook, under the Tree
In which the inevitable led me to a new friend. I died alone, and I don’t regret it. Not even once.
Death is a strange feeling to have: I expected it to at least haunt me or leave me wondering if I have unfinished...
Chopin’s Valse de L’Adieu
After a year of hesitant whispers, Their mutual nodTo terminate the engagement. Clouds of unknowing Drift over Paris, The syllogism of parting Known only to Maria WodzińskaAnd him.
Perhaps, it was her dread Of his unrelenting winter fever—That famished lout gnawing At his lungs, bound to consume him Fourteen years hence; Or the...
Near Paradise
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The main dusty road is a gray strip, parted in between rice paddies and bamboo groves, which in turn separate the sawali houses, which all look the same: poor.
Midnight Express is whining intolerably, droning monotonously, a great burden on the road. It is...
