by Rebecca T. Añonuevo
Translated from Filipino by J.A. Del Prado
(see original here)
What can be awakened with what is unsaid?
Once again, I nearly become restless
thinking that even the purest
offering of love
leads to nowhere
in this world.
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by Rebecca T. Añonuevo
May napupukaw ba ang hindi sinasabi?
Muntik ko na namang ikaligalig
na wala nga yatang pinatutunguhan
kahit ang pinakalantay
na pag-aalay ng pag-ibig
sa ganitong mundo. Continue reading
By Kawika Guillermo
Smoke settled upon her. Every exhale of tobacco residue spewing from her lips embraced her pale shoulders. She blew sometimes forcefully, letting the grey smoke break apart on her elbows. Her skin would reek of it, perhaps for days. She let it seep from her mouth and creep into her eyes, her nostrils, her hair.
By David Salner
After the painting by George Bellows, 1909
A whistle stills the site, hushes
the whine and hum of cables.
Powder settles through the cyan light
into the quiet air of coffee break.
Someone tosses up a thermos,
which he catches in a blistered hand— Continue reading
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By Jeremy Griffin
I was with Nosh, cruising around town in the clunky brown pickup his older brother Chad had been forced to give up after his second DUI. The case of Pabst we’d bought off a couple of frat guys was in the middle of the floorboard, already half-empty. This was in early September, a Friday, close to midnight, and my guess was that right about then most of our graduating class was heading out to keg parties and sorority mixers at whichever schools they’d left town to attend. But not me and Nosh. A year earlier we’d been promising athletes, part of the Nix High Gators’ starting line, him a linebacker, me a running back, but now we were just another couple of washouts, prowling the quiet streets of Nix, Louisiana, like a pair of penned-up animals sniffing around for a way out. Continue reading
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