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Nesting

I used to bite my tongue a lot. I hated facing things head on. My emotions feel like they have all risen to the surface from years of being anchored down to the sea bed, barnacled and all. I’ve become a lot more...

Shadows of Togetherness

In every harbor, salt clings to skin, and mothers’ songs drift into dawn, soft as mango fuzz, warm as a sun-stroked shoulder. Markets breathe with spice and voices, stretching like rope bridges over rivers carved from memory. We gather fragments— grief tasting of smoke and ash, joy dripping like sugarcane juice, hope folded...

Kronos Eats All His Children in the End

What do you fear for yourself in the future? Haya stared at the question written on the paper. For some reason, her college has a dedicated class about preparing students for the life of being in college — especially this college. Haya thought it was...

The Gardener

Flowers grew in the cracks of the gardener’s calloused hands as she glanced at the garden she cultivates She never wanted to disrupt their growth, yet they need the cutting. The plants got hurt, yet they bowed at the gentleness of her pruning. Her finger bleeds, yet she will always be...

Lighter

It was Kimmy’s last night at work. Before the shift ended, she grabbed a box in her locker where she kept all the lighters random people had left lying around in the designated smoking areas in the building. At lunch break, she went...

On Session Road, Remembering Mike de Leon’s Kung Mangarap Ka’t Magising

The projector hums. In the theater’s dusk, a flicker unspools a world. The scent of rice wine and stale popcorn grounds him, a shadow of a boy who sinks into the creaking vinyl seat. He came to this darkness seeking a map to a life he...

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Long before Darkness, Or, The Night Ileana Fell in Love

She had lived in the shadows all her life. Literally this meant the shadows of the mountains in the rural town where she was...

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...

He who Is without Sin

Three huge cross figures made of fine wood were slowly being painted black by a crowd of men. They sat on makeshift bamboo benches...

On Sundays…and Belonging

On Sundays and belonging,And when I used to mess around with Lolo’s typewriter:Clicking and clacking the worn-out buttons, it is legacySounding against my stubby...