I buy the morning paper at night,close to midnight when the pavementsbreathe freely. I’m like a brisk walker aimingfor less calorie. Everything is availableon...
Edited by multi-awarded poet and essayist Marra PL. Lanot
Featuring:
SHORT STORIES
"Patch of Green" by I.S.A. Crisostomo-Lopez
“When Words Fail” by Melissa Salva
“Time for Tattoos” by Richard...
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Postscript: The first 100 days of PBBMDeath & the journalist: The killing of Percival “Pery Lapid” MabasaRussia Unity Day & the future of Russian-Philippine...
Is love visceral? Is love political?We elect emotions as tyrantsDictating the rest of our historyWhile I hold your hands gentlyWalking down the parliamentOf desire...
Fritz and the llamaLive in the desert.Fritz waves Hi to a camel.The llama spits at it.“How rude!” says the camel.“She’s my sister,” says Fritz.Fritz...
I used to think my Grandpa was 100 years old. I had every reason to—his hair was pure white, he walked with a cane, and he moved slowly. Sometimes his hands would shake as he gestured or when he would lift a cup of tea to his lips.
(Thinking of my daughter on her first death anniversary)
It is a recurring thoughtAs lightsCast a shadowOn a familiar bookIn my gardenOn a restlessEarly morning.
What...