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Mother and Child

The children know where they belong on your body As babies they fit just right in the cradle of your arms As toddlers, even in the dark they find the crook of...

I am the Moon

I am the moon I glow where there is darkness But only in fractions You see a crescent of me Afraid to show more Just a silver sliver The rest...

2018 Nick Joaquin Literary Awards winners honored

Three women took home the bacon at the 2018 Nick Joaquin Literary Awards on September 25. Business writer and novelist VJ Campilan took first...

2018 NJLA Asia-Pacific cycle closed, 2019 cycle opens

The cycle for the 2018 Nick Joaquin Literary Awards Asia-Pacific is now officially closed. But, like the best of things, the end of one...

Give Us This Day

THE water canon hits me like a crashing wave upon the rocks. It feels like one of Manny Pacquiao’s punches, multiplied tenfold. I am...

A vision of foil at 2.35pm at Block 103 Jalan Rajah

(King’s Road                by the way—   by which king means         emperor naked as a stair                               o to touch Christo           & Jean Claude started with a finger three feet two bodies,     theirs (I...

Dance of the flies

Once upon a time there was a thumb and a mouth that were born on the same day, on the same hour. They were...

A Non-Feminist Moment

And now just for a moment I want to see you spared of all labels. Unburdened of all ideologies that you don and that dress you. Free from the many...

The Lunchbox

"What we eat defines who we are,” Abah often said. “The essence of food will grow into body, mingle with belly, and harmonize with...

Under the Mangrove Trees

The mangrove trees cradle boughs laden with leaves close to their chests. Below, their unborn fruit lie forgotten, studding salt-encrusted sands. An underworld of leaf litter carpets their remains. Light...

Mountains of fear, valleys of hope

"What about me? And Lobsang?” Linpa asked Tenzin through tears. He stared mutely at the handleless earthen teacup in his hand. “How will I keep the...

For Abby and those who struggle daily

Woman. You are an oyster ripening a grain of pain in the pit of your belly until it becomes a globe of tears too round, too heavy for keeping You fold upon yourself under blankets under darkness bearing...

Departures

I got to the bus stop three minutes before the bus arrived. There were two teens sitting on the bench, looking down at their...

The Home Coming

In the sterile hallways of a public hospital. The fluorescent lights buzz above, giving off a dim white light—never bright enough. Just like that,...

A Visit from a Ghost Father

You came to me in a dream, But I failed to remember Your gaunt face, half-hidden in the moonlight, Dappled by the shadows of Gnarled trees, their dark...

Where Are You, God?

Here’s a thought, what if God is dead? That our creator has ceased to be, and there is no power overseeing the universe anymore....

The Sun Spoke

In the garden Cradling tea Quiet morning When suddenly I saw, without warning: The Sun. As one often does when the day is begun. Absorbed By this orb, unusually soft, aloft I was beholding deeply golden , gently...

Requiem for Pasig River

“Leave it to the authorities,” says a lady, stepping out of a jeepney. “It’s too much for a high school kid.” REY SQUINTS AS he...

Wandering Sestina

Here is my baggage, passport and boarding pass. And yes, I’m fit to travel, sit in the plane’s emergency exit row. Almost nothing is left to...

Love Is Never Far from You

Love is not far from you. She is not clear as dew Not born in the wet lands Not on the lush of leaves.   Love is not far...
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