Essays, Stories, and Poems about Youth and the Filipino Discourse //on hiatus//
— Filipino; n., monument
I’m here at our favorite little
Bookshop and fighting the urge
To break out into tears and
Shatter myself on the bookshelves
Or crumble into the aged wooden floors
I sat on a cushion gazing warmly around the bookshop I had come to know and love. Tucked away from the surrounding hullabaloo in…
Rain.
I remember
the way this used to go
Cold, moist air
A Short Story
A silence settles over the whole city late at night. It is peaceful, tranquil, the kind of night…
No one wanted to retreat. We were exhausted and bloody, but no one wanted to retreat. We…
