Ralph Fonte
Nang igapos ako ng mga sinulid ng takot at isinumpa sa paanan ng Alhambra, pumapanaog siya: matandang babae
Joey A. Tabula
Isang supot ng dalanghita ang pasasalamat Ng nanay mo. Dumadalang na raw kasi
John Iremil Teodoro
Sinalubong ng mga pula at puting bulaklak ng lotus, Palangga,
Ralph Semino Galán
The bay Is half of a bowl,
Eugene Gloria
I looked at the foxgloves and told myself what I needed.
Joel H. Vega
Let us reverse the foolishness of the man who orders the death of the toe-slippered boy,
Mark Anthony Cayanan
When you turned off the engine, the late birds gossiped in a sinister tongue, and the nausea scurried up his throat:
Kid Orit
Naaamoy nito ang nararamdaman mong inip sa biyahe, habang dahan-dahang gumugulong
Joseph T. Salazar
Paminsan-minsan, kahit sa ilang saglit matapos ang pagdadalang-tao,
Paul Alcoseba Castillo
Dahil wala tayong oras kumonsulta Sa doktor, nagtatanong tayo ng mainam
Rodrigo V. Dela Peña, Jr.
An incendiary ignites the story. What other choice do I have but be drawn to the flame?
Francis C. Macasantos
Sand dollar, sinking, turning into sand, Its font eroding—rose window receding, homing
Adrian Crisostomo Ho
There wasn’t even a moment spared for thinking things over. It had to be done
Nerisa del Carmen Guevara
What cannot be rewritten will be retold:
Teo T. Antonio
Ralph Semino Galán
Albert B. Casuga
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