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Poetry

Two Poems

The Feet When we are born, our fingers and toes are counted to confirm if we have themcomplete.Like the hands, we have two feet.Some were...

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Fiction

Blood and Gold in Benguet

The Rising Sun bus left Baguio City quickly with a thick dust on its way while the morning mist hovered around the tall buildings...

Richard A. Giye -

Poetry

As Fog

As fog grazes these hillsawash with browning shrubs,shanties creep from the valleylined with rivers swelling withdry rocks and restless ants.

Rofel G. Brion -

Fiction

Celebrating Happy Half

I shy away from the crowd and try to make a run for it. Nobody’s going to bar me from going where I want to go, especially at this time of the century.

Libay Linsangan Cantor -

Poetry

nothing has changed only the forms of it

nothing has changed only the forms of it when we wedded the struggle brought us before a mayor who joked, run as fast as you can don’t let the dictator catch you

Aida F. Santos -

Fiction

It was Christmas break. Susie and I had all the time to do whatever we wanted to do. The one thing we had long wished for, since her uncle told us the man’s story, was to see the bearded exile who lived in the house across our homes. The front of the exile’s house faced our front door. Its back side faced Susie’s huge window in their house along the bay.

Rosa May M. Bayuga -

Poetry

Muon

A fifth fundamental force might help explain some of the big puzzles about the Universe that have exercised scientists in recent decades. BBC The key...

Joel M. Toledo -

Fiction

The Choice

This is a story about a story. It was told to me in a whisper by a friend who was once part of the story. He is older now, and his face is lined with all sorts of discoveries and disappointments. His hair has turned grey and now, he spends most of his time shaking his head while reading a book or mumbling to himself or both. This story he cannot remember anymore or even that, once, he was part of it himself.

Ramón C. Sunico -

Poetry

TWO POEMS

KUNG FU POEM You killed my master In syllables two seconds out of synch with the lips,while a crooked finger points back to himself, vengeance smoldering in...

Lourd De Veyra -

Fiction

Ceferina in Apartment 2G

When she looks out the window from the second-floor apartment she is in, it strikes her that the blueness of the late afternoon sky over Los Angeles does not have the same familiar aquamarine comfort of home. How can the sky be so different here? And yet here it is: there is a cobalt deepness to the blue that makes it feel like a gigantic void closing in, and when she thinks about it deeply, she finds herself shivering a little.

Ian Rosales Casocot -

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Fiction

The Mats

Health

When there is no Planet B, how do you get to point C?

El Colegio De San Ildefonso presents “The Acapulco–Manila Galleon: We Are the Pacific: The World That Emerged From The Tropics”

Hymen, oh Hyménée!: Juan Luna’s love in a time of lunacy

She looms a beauty: The power of weaving and femininity in ‘A Loom of Stories’

Philippines Graphic Reader

The Mats

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