By: Brylle Bautista Tabora Ecology became a household word that appeared in newspapers, magazines, and books—although the term was misused. Even now, people confuse it with terms such as environment and environmentalism. Ecology is neither. -Elements of Ecology We have called…
By: Brylle Bautista Tabora “Ma, just let go. Save yourself,” said the girl, whose body was pierced by wooden splinters from houses crushed by Supertyphoon Yolanda. —Philippine Daily Inquirer, Nov. 11, 2013 The world does not owe you an explanation. Like…
By: ’Deji W. Adesoye I’m not hermit Don’t dwell in shell But failing in the gist and jest Nay, which authentic life ne’er permit I do not babble along these corridors Peep and play and in sanctum retire For my soul…
By: ’Deji W. Adesoye When I have a drive to know the world, I look into myself. For to search the mystery of the world, Is to search the heart thereof. And this treasure lay nowhere in the ether, aqueous, or…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey We stalk around red lights, pavements Metro stops in rough and fine weather Carrying our bulging bags like boiling Carbuncles on our bodies all in hope of two bare meals. Pitiless gazes, venomous spits greet us…
By: Linda M. Crate dew drops hung their hymns in the grass of my hair shining me silver as the moon i avoid the sun lest he burn me with lust the color of your hair i couldn’t take another…
By: Linda M. Crate you caught me in the ice of your smile made me your winter’s queen and i swallowed all my summer’s flowers and sunshine to allow you to take complete control over me, and consented to things…
By: Linda M. Crate cutting myself up in oceans of emotion too long i‘ve mourned your passing in my life no longer will i remain at this funeral; too long i‘ve dwelled in dark emotions tomes time to life my head…
By: Linda M. Crate i sit on the edge of a lost horizon etched only in days of old wondering for the day i may be discovered or am i the bones dried and withered that no one will remember when…
By: Linda M. Crate this night was dark stretched on for many moons, and when the sunlight finally woke me to the knowledge i was still alive it seemed as if i had woken from some zombie dream; almost lost my…
