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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Her hands quiver
from sustained pressing of the beads.
When her voice starts to rise,
the light of the kerosene lamp amplifies
from an entirely lambent glow,
illuminating the...
When you wound a leather sofa
with the forbidden razor blade,
you see no cut but a blooming,
cotton pulp breaches skin, first peeps
and bursts out almost...
Do not catchA butterfly With your hands,Especially not
A white oneEven with itsEver so slightStreaks of black.
You might Damage itsDelicate wingsAnd it can
Never fly again.Catch it, rather,With...