October 2023

Andre Aniñon is a poet, teacher, and medical technologist from Amlan, Negros Oriental. His work has appeared in Revolt Magazine, Kathang Haka: Big Book of Fake News, and Voice & Verse Poetry Magazine. He is currently taking up his master’s degree in public health at Silliman University, Dumaguete City.

  • Lesson in Immunology

    When a foreign pathogen enters the body, the body primes itself for its defense. Three things happen: first, its recognition of the enemy; then, a proliferation of cells; before finally, the attack. Some cells will die after this exchange, but those that remain will remember the pathogen, ready if it ever comes back. Here, the…

  • A friend asks if I’ve been writing

    & I laugh, a small, muffled laugh, unsure if thinking about writing counts as writing. Emptiness is part of the process, I think. Silence, a more sensible response than words. Between grad school requirements, a hundred students, & a crumbling world, how does something so airless & immaterial find its way to demand space?

  • Tumbang Preso

         “House panel OKs      bill lowering age      of criminal liability”      – Phil. News Agency, Enero 2019 Minsan pagkatapos ang tagisan sa aming kuwentuhan sa tindahan ni Aling Bebang, napatanong ako kung saan kaya dumidiretso itong mga presong pinatutumba raw namin sa tuwing umaasinta ng sintang lata gamit ang mga tsinelas na binili sa Divisoria. Anubayang tanong…

  • Sa Mga Hantatawo

    Wala nalipay ang hardiniro kay gipangkitkit na sa mga hantatawo ang mga dahon. Ang kalunhaw sa iyang mga tanom kaniadto, karon, nangalawos na. Kining mga hantatawo, dili dayon makita, nahisagol, nakighiusa sa tanaman. Busa, iya kining gisusi – ug sa wala madugay – iya silang gitapok: kon wala gipanglubong ilang lawas sa yuta, gipang-itsa kini…

  • No Loitering Allowed

    At eight in the morning, the elevator is a silent battle ring. There is no victory, only a bullet in the form of luck that we use to shoot at barely a spot inside a box. It will lead to another, with corners still to be fought for. A purpose is all that a contender…