I am a sky captain. I was never born a sky captain, and I earned my title, my crew, and my ship through duty and sacrifice and experience. Some say I had won these things because of fate, because of luck; yet I was not one to rely or resent chance coincidences. Long have IRead more
Winter, winter By John Divinagracia Winter, winter, growing bright, Upon the traveller deep at night. Awash with hope the wanderer weaves Across the mountains and the trees. Winter, winter, growing bright, A shining lamp burns with light. Laden, lathered, adorned by faith, Around the oceans and the lakes. Winter, winter, growingRead more
A Poem in Olde English O whan the wintre in Decembre’s nyght. A manne and fere did yonder thru withe fryght. They tarried thither in the mountane Geat Whan herde hast they the snouring of the beaste. The manne did durst him fere to tuche the Baer. But fere did feare the pudh beastiesRead more
What is truth? It is the laughter of a friend when told a joke. It is the sorrow of a sibling when faced with a war. It is the anger of a people who are tired of the same old chapter. It is the desperation in the voice of a nation as it screams inRead more
“Basta daghang guwapa, daghang rape.” (“As long as there are more beautiful women, there are more rape cases.”) These words were spoken by our very own President about the rape cases in his hometown; yet again, another malicious rape “joke”, according to the officials of his administration — men and women who act like puppets in his play.Read more
A day prior when the mosquito arrived, there was a carabao in a valley. This carabao was a friendly carabao, who helped the other animals in that valley. When the birds from the skies wished for a quick meal, the carabao allowed them to take bites off the ticks on his back. When the fishRead more
As Lyosha Volkov woke up from uneasy dreams, one a harrowing nightmare of an alien nature, he found himself transformed into a monster. With his paws, he removed the comforter from his body and stood up with hind legs from his bed. He stretched his furry form, hearing and feeling his adamant bones crackRead more
Silence in Our Time By John Divinagracia “In a Web of numbers, there are words read and speeches spoken. Amidst the roar of the day, fools and kings praise their thoughts, Within the whispers of the night, hegemons and hermits dance in song, And yet there is silence. Of a future made real, man mayRead more
Sacrifice of Myself to Myself By John Divinagracia “Hot winds and cold winds blowing, My spear to my side, I hung beneath the World Tree, swaying, As the runes of worlds burned my eyes. And I dedicated my torment to myself, A sacrifice of myself to myself, And I called to Thought and Memory, AndRead more
The Sistine Chapel was ready for me. The audience awaited my entrance. I checked my violin, my beloved friend, and adjusted the chords and the tunes to get it perfect. This night needed to be perfect. I have spent much of my time, much of my effort, for this moment. I have trained with greatRead more