The Philippines Graphic Reader

The first and only nationally-circulated magazine on Philippine literature in English

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There Will Be Poems that Escape Our Catching

Grace The many tremors comeunannounced, but we knowthey are coming. The old earthgives way and soft papayasare on the ground. Lemongrassfills the air and everywhere...

Where the Missing Things Go

“What the—?” Sky’s hand stalled inside the bag, fingers grazing the lining like it might bite.  The leather was a tired brown, the kind that...

Canned Sardines

Red, orange and brownYour lunch, your dinnerYou don’t have a choiceFor it’s your only fare now It’s now on sale in storesBuy now; it’s buy...

Grandmother Cooking

Mamay, here you are soaking the soft riceAnd wrapping them in the leaves tender, darkenedDarkened by the tiniest flame that you whispered to.The bundles...

The Hunted Hunter: A Wild Boar-ing Turn of Events

Armed with a rifle and overflowing with a warrior’s confidence, my classmate's brother marched into the woods, excited about his unforgettable first solo hunt....

Things My Cat Ate

Not the red ball of yarn I threw at her,a lizard’s tail,the bright threads of a woolen rag,a fish head, some greens that felloff...

The Igorot Sky

Lander left our community church on the first Sunday of the year. Three years ago, I did the same thing. After college, I wanted...

Darning

When all is done, Mama shows mehow to knot the final stitch, carefulnot to tug too tightly at the thread.The doctor must have performedthe...

Iteration of a Theme’s Variation

End with everything. Keep nothing. Then own it all again.Find a bad man on a good day. Lose a worse man,then reclaim five friends...

On A Day Like This

There is an old Japanese film called Okuribito, which Marvin once told him about in a hospital room as if recommending a comedy. In...

You, Too, Are a Pilgrim

“Look!” she exclaimed. I followed her clue toward the glinting blue, and I saw a flock of birds on an expedition. As if on...

The Sanctuary

The church stood alone and abandoned at the edge of the town, an old structure built with weathered stone walls darkened by years of...

Thank you

They came before the day began,before I was ready to be seen.Pink lilies, shyly unfoldingagainst the raindrops of morning.Too early,and yet, how touching,that someone...

Read Receipts

My phone slipped from her grasp, clattering against the tiled floor. The impact was a muted thud, not strong enough to shatter what had already fallen. Not...

The Floating Library (The Inheritance)

The humidity in Manila wrapped around Lia De Castro like a damp shawl as she stepped out of the National Library, a worn satchel...

Mori Dress

People always say that she is beautiful, that she exudes an ethereal radiance only she is privy to. It’s…this strange, brilliant glow that has...

The Father’s Daughter

It was the day I turned eighteen the day when I learned that silence could scream a thousand truths. The afternoon gleam at five...