By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. The red blue violet lips of this madness they’re doing good service to the black oak growing slowly inside the room, water the leaves of silence as they fall one by one on the once lush…

By: April Mae M. Berza Intoxicated with the words evaporating from your lips, I surrender to the innocent passion throbbing inside my chest to unearth the treasure. Silence imprisoned me for a moment until I lose all the fears, my senses…