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	<description>like a stringless kite of words to the vast sky full of promises...</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 04:57:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Shifting Gears</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/25/shifting-gears/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 04:09:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[bicycle]]></category>

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My father believed that life could flourish even when surrounded by cold concrete sidewalks, black asphalt roads and the row upon row of silent houses that sat on stiff but detached cobbled stone shoulders, staring blankly into space as the days went by. This was Manduriao, Iloilo, my first home. The noiseless streets never drove [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hello, Father</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 02:18:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[father]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[hello]]></category>

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CAST
Gabriel Angelus, 15, a sacristan
TIME
Dawn, nearing time for mass
(Around four-thirty in the morning)
PLACE
A dark and silent room in the seminary
(Gabriel walks into the room, dressed in a sacristan&#8217;s traditional white garb. He seats himself in a winged armchair. A black bird sits in a rusting metal cage.)
(Music emanates from the room but the source of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cursed</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/cursed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 08:45:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[anger]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[curse]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[hate]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[life]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[makiling]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[maria]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
Sampaguita petals shone like
helpless whte stars
trapped in her hair
black as the moonless sky.
The smile of Maria Makiling
enugh to capture the hearts of all
men. I could not help
but to close like makahiya
at the sight of her graceful
countenance.
Three of us were brave enough
to dare look straight at the lady
that shone brighter than the sun.
Three of us dared [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prodigal Steps</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/prodigal-steps/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 17:13:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[flash fiction]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[guitar]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[home]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[prodigal]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[runaway]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[steps]]></category>

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I started to hike from our town in my quest for nowhere: a place where nobody knows me. I didn’t know where to lead my sneakers but I was determined to be wherever my parents wouldn’t find me. The sun was up. But it wasn’t enough to make me stop walking. I forgot what halt [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Piercing Silence</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/piercing-silence/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 17:10:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[earrings]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[mother]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[pierce]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Our house was still the same way it has been after two months when I last left it. I stood at the gate for a moment. I needed a breather.
My mother welcomed me with a smile. I did not smile back. It was not the time for us to exchange our happiness. I still had [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Still Photograph</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/a-still-photograph/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 17:05:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[narrative poem]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[innocence]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[memories]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[photograph]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[still]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
When sunset rays walked by the terrace,
little kids and their smiles come by our house.
They left their slippers before the entrance
and went inside the four cornered
playground that will soon be
plumped with noises that sing my childhood’s tune.
We frolicked from the afternoon
until it was night: giggling
and waggling1 around like bees
as we stung each other with glee.
My [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Grief of Mt. Makiling</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 17:01:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[grief]]></category>

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It was on this steep earth
that I once stood upon,
when she spoke of the sweetest secret
that made the night the happiest of
Mt. Makiling; the blooming flowers
swayed with the blowing wind
and went on with the rhythm
of the sweet scent of the summer.
But the love she told me of
caused her a regret equal to the years
that wrapped [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cakes</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/cakes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:57:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[narrative poem]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[birthday]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[cake]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[friendship]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
The singing of the birthday song
Started right after you came in.
And your presence invited others,
Though it’s not your celebration.
The twins, the celebrants
On their gray and identical dresses
Were excited to see you.
Earlier that day,
You scolded the celebrants
For making friends with others.
You were jealous, and you thought
They would have another favorite.
Yet, the smiles on their faces
Were like [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Fruitful Harvest</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/the-fruitful-harvest/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:53:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[tanka]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[harvest]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[home]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[lust]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[skirt]]></category>

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The fruitful harvest
of the unripe and still young.
One lustful spirit
wanting to be picked tonight.
She went home, with a stained skirt.
-Max Sacala-
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		<title>Dread of Kindred</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/dread-of-kindred/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:48:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[mytho poem]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[chaos]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[indarapatra]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[jealousy]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[king]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[mindanao]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
After the great battle with Pah
The noble hero of the mountains of Mindanao
Took the monster’s last breath.
The heavy claws of the monster
Pierced through his skin
Sulayman, dead, and his blood
Stained the ground.
The plant, inside the King’s hall,
Had the leaves dried and
Withered to its death.
A song of mourning ran through
The kingdom,
and in distress
Everyone prayed for the soul
Of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cigarette Tanka</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/cigarette-tanka/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:44:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>darylle</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[tanka]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[ageing]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[cigarette]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 

A flickering fire,
Its last heat to light my stick.
I inhale the smoke
And realize the dried leaves
Would later be my own self.
-Darylle Rubino-
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		<title>Stale Custard Cakes</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/stale-custard-cakes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:42:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[memoir]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[cake]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[caramel]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[custard]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[father]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[mefenamic acid]]></category>

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The night was starting to bother me. I couldn’t sleep it away. I was shaking violently now. My nerves were tense and I kept on pressing my cheek against the edge of my bed. I tried to apply pressure using a dirty chopstick I had found among the pile of junk scattered across my bedroom [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Memory of a Bus Ride</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/a-memory-of-a-bus-ride/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:40:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[home]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
For quite some time, I have been a traveler of the road that connected Surigao Del Sur and Davao City. I have lived most of my life in the city streets, but occasionally visit Surigao particularly on Christmas breaks, summer vacations, and on dates that the whole family decides to have a reunion. Sometimes, the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Failed Coin Flip</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/the-failed-coin-flip/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:37:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[family]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[father]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[money]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[mother]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
I picked up my wallet that was on top of my table. My throat was starting to crave for a breather. A box of yosi would do. There was a bit of eagerness as I searched my wallet for a twenty peso bill. It was again a good day to find fun outdoors. After five [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Starless Nights</title>
		<link>http://purplepad.wordpress.com/2008/03/19/starless-nights/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 04:25:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[drive]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[home]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[night]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[star]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 	 	 	 	 	 	
Meygan stood on top of that unfamiliar hill, staring at the last rays of the sun as they slowly faded and disappeared in the horizon. She could hardly believe that she was in that place, totally alone. The quaint little barrio nestled just below the hill seemed too different [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Red and Purple Darkness</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 04:16:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[flash fiction]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[DVD]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[purple]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[red]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[redemption]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[shadow]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[umbrella]]></category>

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The shade of my red and purple umbrella as upon me made me darker than my shadow. Hiding underneath its protective dome made me feel safe. The darkness embraced me. I was hididng from the sun&#8217;s scorching heat and the rain&#8217;s never-ending downpour.
Red and purple, such wonderful colors! I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Reading Jack</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 03:40:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[postcard fic]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[cuts]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[eye]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[read]]></category>

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He had no body hair. His skin was hard. I felt Jack&#8217;s deformed face. He doesn&#8217;t like it whenever I touch him. I always waited until I hear the silent sobbing end telling me that Jack has already fallen asleep.
Jack was quite angry at me when he found me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Knots</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 03:31:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[narrative poem]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[black]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[brother]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[bunny]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[dad]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[ear]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[knot]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 	 	 	 	 	 	
An overhand knot. Loop like bunny ears.
Another overhand.
With eyebrows almost meeting,
I concentrated
on the simplest
ordeal a six-year-old should ace.
How could he do it so easily? Without
even looking!
Dad smirked at me. His playful arrogance
pleased me.
His brown fingers seemed to twist and turn
like his shoelaces, tying and untying.
My lips mouthed an “O”.
&#160;
When [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Silver Ring Tanka</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 19:04:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[tanka]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[kiss]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
Little silver ring,
around my finger, sleeping.
It no longer shines.
Dented and almost grayish,
I kissed it, lost in deep thought.

-Javin Jet Tevar-
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		<title>Out with the Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 18:42:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jetcetera</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[flash fiction]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[corpse]]></category>

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Five-twenty in the afternoon and still the line at the counter hadn’t moved.
To our beloved customers, closing time will be at six, blared the intercom.
Thunder sounded outside. He winced. Another storm.
All for a bar of soap. Really, Maria.
Five minutes to six and ten customers later and he was out the door, fishing in his pocket [...]]]></description>
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