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Philippine Center of International PEN
The auric gift of the word -
A different kind of muse
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Stimulating your creativity
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Writing in other professions
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A writer’s workplace
Where words pour forth -
A feasting
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Sampung Senryu
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Sijo kay Kim Hak Soon*
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Wakamay
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Babala
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Knowing
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Story
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Dalawampu’t apat
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Disyerto
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Con, Dense
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Tide and Time
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If including the title
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Between choice and choice
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Boracay
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Litanya sa Ilog Pasig
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Stepping on dry leaves
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Under my umbrella
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What places inspired your literary pieces?
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Manila Zoo
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Overture
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Hiroshima
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Misteryo
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Pagbabadya
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Compassion
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Pagyabong
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Freedom of touch
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Talikhalikan
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Dead Stars
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In between
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The Exiles
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Maskara
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Through the keyhole, a mystery
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An unlikely itinerary
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Minds apart
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Tipanan sa hatinggabi
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Mayumi
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Paglaya, isang metapora (a dance libretto)
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Stories served a la carte!
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A ‘cult’ classic
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Mga tula ng bagong henerasyon
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Mga kasinungalingang dapat paniwalaan
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Living the Chinese way
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A taste of Philippine women’s history
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Reflections of a young wife
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Filipino young lives
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Living with the ‘Tachimbos’
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Written rules
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Hospital(e)s
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Idle Tuesday
Freedom of touch
By John Lorenz S. Poquiz
You said
You didn’t want me
holding your hand
because you were embarrassed
of the calluses on your fingers
You got from playing
the guitar. I never thought
That music can do
that kind of damage.
I remember your old lover
who used to hold your hand;
whom you refuse to let go of
For a reason: His hand
locked together with yours:
Forming the shape of hearts
and many things more. You know
What? I never really
wanted to hold your hand.
My only wish is to nibble
on your fingers nails as though
they were my own.
Montaged 2008 - Cover
Montage 2008 - Back Cover

