Works in Katitikan
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From the Top of the Bridge
The river chokes on logs, fallen palm branches, and garbage; on plastic and dead dreams from upstream. From the top of the bridge, the stench of decay assaults…
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Kuya Macoy
I stood there, leaning on the stone guardrail of the unfinished road by the sea, water crashing upon the seawall, sky transitioning into a burst of hues –…
