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Shooting Star

If one looks closely into the night sky, and spot, by chance, these flying balls of fire, a wondrous sight for the naked eye, a heavenly transcendence of one’s earthly desire; a broken space rock’s fallen debris which acquainted with the earth’s atmosphere, blazing through, the speed of unimaginable...

Poem #2: Numbers

They’re everywhere. When you’re born: 7/24/1997 Age: 20 years old Deadlines: 11:59pm, October 10, 2018 Grades that fluctuate: 94 to 60; 5.0 to 1.0 First salary: P16,000 Damn bills, taxes: P5,000 for electricity??!?! Properties: 1 Relatives: 156 Christmas party giveaways: P50.00 for each child??!?! Speed limit on the highway: Don’t go beyond 100!!! Doctor’s...

Ang isinumpang luntiang langit ni Ryan V. Labana

Nagpapausok na naman ang mga kapre– ‘Yung mga dambuhalang pabrikang nakatapak sa dating luntiang lote.   Hindi ko man marinig ngunit animo’y umiiyak, Itong bago kong pananim na sinasakal ng lupang bitak-bitak.   Walong gabi’t siyam na umaga na ang nakalipas, Hindi na ako makapaghintay sa pagbukas ng mga dahon...

1945 by Raphael Salise

I lied when I said “I’ll be home soon, don’t you worry about me” I just didn’t want to hear you burst into tears through the receiver for it would also rain down my cheeks under the shadow of my helmet.   I lied when I said “Victory is ours” after two nights and awake-up the only thing that...

Dilang Anghel by Mariel Annarose Nicole L. Alonzo

Bloodletting Sleeptalker, I wake on bleeding leaves. Banig bitten beneath me, I must’ve said a bad word. My mother anointing her disappointment. I say my sorry, closed my legs, baptized my bed under the rusty hand pump. Prayed over long-deaf stomata, its gone sugars. Then like a good daughter, grounded...

My heart, wasteland

By Rachel Salud My heart is a wasteland Of cigarettes smoked to the hilt, And walls that bear the shadows of rain; Of tree stumps that never grow, And seeds that don’t bloom over the concrete earth. I hide where ants feast over dead roots, Where broken bottles take the...

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Old letters

Did we not, as children, let the seasons pour from our bosoms- artlessly, as buds bringing to light. Colors   I painted words in pristine tonality. The subject watered by...

Astronomy

We peer furtively at smiles, bent wrists and it smacks of mortality. We imagine—nebulae in the irises of a stranger, like they bear stories waiting for the optimum...

In Gratitude

In each moment of doubt…I thank TheeAs I remember the many questionsI tried to ignore,Who am IWhere am IWhy am I here In each moment...

Blink Twice to Mean Yes

It’s not language nor the attempt at a joke: it’s lack of understanding that dooms the animal crossing the road. Still, the same oblivion awaits it inside the...