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First Issue
“First Plane Ride” a poem by Elsa Valmidiano
Share “First Plane Ride” by Elsa Valmidiano You board the plane, 4-year-old lil’ boy with the sweetest smile, but no smile this morning. You are lost, confused, and you wonder what you did wrong to be sitting next to an old man on an airplane who isn’t your Tatang, Tiyo, Lilong, or Ninong.
“Fanning Sunday” a poem by Mark Villegas
Share “Fanning Sunday” by Mark Villegas The mass fans oily faces Soggy backs Wooden pews creaking and pinching A grandma arrests her hands behind her A church bulletin flicks
“Line 2: Makinig” a poem by John Michael Lopez
Share “LINE 2: Makinig” by John Michael Lopez At first scent I come along and walk through the pale-faced crowd sa gabi when all is said.
A poem by Herman Tabin
Share “1896 sa pag-inog ng daigdig sa 1996″ by Herman Tabin nakabibingi ang langitngit ng gilotin sa leeg ni gomburza sa halakhak ng armalayt sa pinulutang utak ni favali; umaalingawngaw ang kkk sa pinaglabanan, sa binakayan, sa tirad pass, sa corregidor, sa capas, sa mendiola, sa plasa miranda;
“My Pinas Breakfast: Now and Then” by Melba Abela
Share “My Pinas Breakfast: Now and Then” by Melba Abela THEN: My all brown preska Pinas breakfast Pan de sal bread of sweat brown crusty outside fluffy
“Oh, Angelita Garcia!” a short story by Jason Perez
Share “Oh, Angelita Garcia!” by Jason Magabo Perez “Anak,” says Nay, her cheekbones the disconnected hemispheres of a heart, “Would you not be so very truly sad if I died?” She turns onto Mission. Her skeletal hands choke the steering wheel. “Talagang tragic, ano, anak? What would you do? What would you possibly do if [...]
“In the Kitchen Chopping Vegetables” by Jenny Lares
Share “In the Kitchen Chopping Vegetables” a poem by Jenny Lares She’s chopping carrots on the bamboo cutting board the knife slicing, permanently and irrevocably. She asks me when I came home last night in the beat to the blade rocking on the board.
“Buena Park” a poem by Diana Arbas
Share “Buena Park, California” by Diana Arbas I. We slide into a corner booth at Imperial Burgers. Coffee sits on the table, cooling off. Ed’s miffed. Th’old guy up front gave me a mean look, baby.
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