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...
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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...
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...
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...
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...
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....
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...
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...
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...