Author: Ian Salvaña
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Amihan
The city only heals if it rains.Calm, still, quiet: an afterthought.Lights will illuminate the battered skins of roads, pedestrian stripeslosing its mundaneness, prayingfor the last sole to press on its body. The vehicles are the firstto go, then stores, leaving empty rooms, empty floors, empty buildings, unreachable from the water. It must be that the…
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The placenta of evening stars
After Jim Morrison Children are born navigators.The have crossed torrid wetlands,Slept in tombs full of water,Made love with the darkBefore they open eyes and seeThe mutiny of mundane days,Waiting for the dying Of their own innocence. They seek manhood,Enlightenment in a gun, as if To bury the young yearsOf questionings ? what smallDesires do they…