Friday, October 1st, 2010
“Teacher’s Prayer” by R.A. Villanueva
R.A. Villanueva TEACHER’S PRAYER Blessed are you, maidens of the one hundred and eighty afternoons You of the cough at the first inhale You of the cut school for the seashore You of the sequined nails, the powdered eyes, the breeze of lilac and lavender You of the still-open door Blessed are you, child of the [...]
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Tuesday, September 28th, 2010
“Postcards From Bohol” by Angela Narciso Torres
Angela Narciso Torres POSTCARDS FROM BOHOL 1/ Emerald mounds rise from the deep, their white shoulders shedding turquoise waters. When we scoop the wet sand fine putty sluices through our fingers. Our heels sink inches with every step, leaving blurred footprints where small crabs fine-pencil disappearing tracks. 2/ By dusk the tide has receded a [...]
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Sunday, September 26th, 2010
“Some Friday Nights” by Joël Barraquiel Tan
Joël Barraquiel Tan SOME FRIDAY NIGHTS for michael p. sometimes when drunk feeling young again limes & mint rum & white sugar in mid-laugh i look out of the bar’s grand window into the narrow whorish street catch my reflection —a thing that approximates in its dull shadowy way the softening curve of my jaw the rounding slope [...]
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Thursday, September 23rd, 2010
“Storm News” to Jun de la Rosa
Jun de la Rosa STORM NEWS vi. A cyclone smashed into Madagascar, hit the island a second time three days later; a ferry sinking. The news brings to us cyclones, while beach stories are told among sisters, during storms. v. Hurricane slammed the Florida coast. Chasing it required large amounts of food, and a megaphone. [...]
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Tuesday, September 21st, 2010
“The Red Model II” by José Edmundo Ocampo Reyes
José Edmundo Ocampo Reyes THE RED MODEL II René Magritte, oil on canvas On the calculous clay, two pennies stare down a lone dime, while a matchstick pretends to ignore the cigarette it once kissed. Someday the oak wall on which I lean will warp and shed, splinter by splinter, long since forgotten by those [...]
