The Woes of a Daughter
Ma. Sophia Antigua
about 24 hours ago

Papa, I do not know your sacrifices I only know the pot belly from liquor, the balding head from age The stern voice that tells me to keep the flashlight still, while your hands are kept occupied  by tools I never learned the names of The same heavy hands that left permanent fingerprints on my

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Ama Namin
Alexia Phillippe Despares
21 days ago

Hindi pa patay ang ama ko.  O, sa mas mabuting salita, para sa akin, hindi pa siya patay.  Nakahiga ang kaniyang bangkay sa pagitan ng sutla  na naka linya sa loob ng puting kabaong na kasali sa package ng St. Peter; ngunit sa sulok ng aking paningin, nakatago sa anino kung saan hindi nadadampian ng

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i’ll tell you a secret
Nicole Jayme
22 days ago

but we learn that love comeswhen the body splits open andthe words are reeled from the tongue. love knocks in the sharing of the space,in the fluttering of the pages,and in the moving of a twenty-peso penuntil we shed our skins and our fingerscurl into half-formed sentences. love, as we come to realize,can mean something

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End the silence of the gagged!

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