The other side

Perhaps it was the way of the city for things to disappear quickly and without warning. Rust spread across the metal shutters of the...

Dried Fish

Here goes the Australian lady from the second floor again, standing at the door, towering over Mama and looking mad. “It bloody stinks in...

The Final Bullet

Her father called it a six-gun. A revolver. It no longer boasted any paint or markings from its original make. Instead, the weapon bore...

Dominus

Don Isidro sat on his chair at his home office, and in front of him where three bottles of single-malt whiskeys of different brands:...

Lights of different colours

Christy dabs her eyes to dry her tears with the flannelette sheet as she pulls it up to her neck, tucking herself in tightly...

Afterlight

WHEN you find you’re awake and you’re up on your feet, the first thing you notice is that your watch is partly broken—the hands...

Cyn’s Dream

The Fēilbīn was among the 12 Inner Colonies that adopted the Treaty on the Prohibition of Human Transplantation and Reconfiguration, affirming its stand to...

Certainly a train love story

Note from the train operator In a parallel universe, she would have jumped off Charon’s train and spilled her blood on the rail tracks of...

Mathilde’s Absence

She forgot where she’d put that goddamned lipstick. Rummaging through the drawer, cursing at everything, dewdrops of sweat forming on her brow, she was...

Burial in Marawi

Red dimpled flesh where a tooth was pulled, isn’t the pit like a grave-- hollow-- the body fills with itself, sealing the lesion and, along with it, the pain of removal.   But...

Poems by Anne Carly Abad

Womb   I have this monster to thank for letting me gestate it over years of regarding myself in the mirror, alive long before I had my child— claws for eyes to...

Pawikan

Baliw daw ‘yon. Sabi ng aking ama, sabi ng aking ina, sabi ng aking kuya, baliw daw talaga ‘yong mamang ‘yon. Ganoon din ang sabi...

Ang Sabing Ulan

Ni: Karl Isaac Santos Hinipan ng malamig na hangin ang paligid. Kinulabutan ang lawas ng parang. Agad na nangitim ang langit, Nabubulok na marahil ang mundo Kaya nagbakasakali ang...

Paglalako sa Obando

Ni: Karl Isaac Santos Isinasayaw ng ale ang kaniyang mga tindang isda Na parang pista ni Santa Clara. Ang mga tilapya sabanyera, anaki’y mga batang Nagtatampisawsabatissatuktokngbirhengbundok. Hindi niya alintana...

Sa Araw ng Libing

Ni: Karl Isaac Santos Sa araw ng libing ng isang bayani, Nag sabwatan ang paligid at pagkakataon. Buháy ang langit saka bughawan At ang mga ulap ay mga...

Dingding

Ni: Karl Isaac Santos Ang dingding lang ang nakaaawat Kay tatay kung siya ay galít. Madalas na abutan ko siya sa kuwarto, madilim Ang mukha, himas-himas Ang gasgas na kamao....

Cousin Ofelia

1. I sat on a fallen tree at the edge of the village. The hot field stretched before me up to the horizon, and the...

Sons and Fathers

Are you ready for your morning stroll, Mr. T? In a minute, he bristled unable to get his arm into his heavy cardigan. It’s...

Independence Day

William found it a great struggle to put on the necktie, not that he didn’t know how.  He gazed at himself in the polished...

Two Poems by Ralph Semino Galán 

Fairy Tale I encountered her in a pop-up book the first time, once upon a time as child. I read how her widowed father married a vain woman...