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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

1. 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...

THE LAST KAPRE

The light of the gas lamp flickered, dancing with the light breeze, whispering in the boy’s ear who watched the stars by the open window. Beneath the dancing starlight, his mind became a theater full of colorful characters frolicking in a play of delightful...

The Sweet Odor of Love

There was once a kingdom in the south that was ruled by a very powerful but ancient and very ugly Datu Baro-Mai. He remained unmarried until his old age as he did not have time to find a suitable wife. He had sixteen loyal advisers...

Damages

Republic of the PhilippinesRegional Trial CourtBranch 17Davao City Ms. Diana Lynn Balagtas, PlaintiffAccompanied by her Attorney-in-Fact Civil Case No. 6282014for: Damages vs. Ms. M , Defendantx-----x COMPLAINT 1. COMES NOW, the plaintiff together with the undersigned counsel to this most honorable court, MOST RESPECTFULLY STATING THAT: 2. The Plaintiff is...

The Shaman’s Wall

It was late in the afternoon when a knock on the door echoed throughout the abandoned tower. Cobwebs shivered, and dust fell off. I scrambled to my feet and listened, breathing hard. It went on three times before it stopped. I listened again....

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Reunion Introspection

Life at 75 My silver mane shows Natural beauty of age With warts, lines and all My silver mane speaks Of struggle and redemption With passion and faith On departed classmates Gone...

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...

Another War

I was seven a war marred my hometown Tíyo and the fishermen soldiers the deep sea battlefield a compound of the sea’s little bones of sable sands in a wicked bottle their arsenal made the...

The Weight of Small Things

Fear is at the back of her mind, a shimmering heat in the distance, a glowing ember in the dark. Silently acknowledged but never...