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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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Three New Poems

The Demanding Gospel For Sunil Stephens “Luke’s Gospel is a gospel of mercy; it emphasizes Jesus’ identification with the poor and the lowly, and His willingness...

Indignation as Elegy

An elephant without a face greeted me on Facebook today, his trunk and tusks hacked away by poachers eager for ivory. At first I thought it was a...

In One of My Lives, I Became A Drone

so I asked the queen ant: “beforeI mate with your young queen, may Iat least have the indulgence ofmating with all of the femaleants...

Sometimes, I Am the Leaves

Aimless and astray—“I won’t go far”But most times, I am lost in the intricate streets and manmade blocks Not knowing the way back to your...