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here lies the hope of a bleeding nation where blood, sweat, and tears are spent to stay alive. power sits on golden thrones seeping with grandiose delusion, poverty-stricken citizens given just enough to survive. and where blood, sweat, and…
Originally published in Heraldo Filipino Volume 38, Double Issue Umihip ang hangin tangan ang huni ng mga gunita, ng mga kabalikat kong nagapí at lubos nang sumakaniya. Sa paglanghap nito, lubusan kong natantong ang simoy pa rin ng…
I Ang mga babae, may simpleng papel sa mundo Sa loob ng tahanan, ilaw ang tangan Hindi maaaring mapundi, sa kabila ng marupok na haligi Ang may bahay na siyang yukom sa mga sulok ng bahay Dakilang tagapagpunas ng mga…
Sa kanya’y hambing ang kagandahang Inukit sa makulay nilang mga mata Pusong hinulma sa nagbabagang liha Hawak ng mahinhing mga kamay Tangan ang yungib ng pagkalinga Sa mga anghel ng kinabukasan Minsang ikinulong sa loob ng tahanan Sa labas…
nagising ako na naghihikahos kuko’y nakayukom sa kamao hanggang ngayo’y tila musmos tumatangis sa nginig ng buto ultimo sa kinalakihan ay nakagapos tinuturing nilang bayolenteng lobo panaho’y lumipas bago namulat kulungan pala’y hindi nakasarado malaya ako sa sarili…
Art by Shakira Mae Austero I walked by the shore to get closer to the sea, to wash my feet of all the bleeding wounds from the scattered shards on the way here. My feet clad in naivety and vulnerability,…
20 His classmates and friends had a lot of speculations on why he suddenly quit college. Some of them said it was because he got his girlfriend pregnant or that he couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, while others spread rumors…
Art by Rachel Facultad (contributor) “Your nape looks sexy,” he said. So you ripped some cloth from a pile of unwashed clothes, and patched it to the back of your neck. “Your hair is so long,” he said as he…
Art by John Chesleigh Nofiel A man going to work in a tie and long sleeves stopped in front of a mirror. It was owned by a homeless family sleeping just below the staircase of the underpass. He thought he…
Art by Wenchie Tacate Crystal drops of water hit your bare shoulders like rainfall on a barren land that craves for its savior. They run down your back and between your toes, coursing through your land’s curves and hollows. The…