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More than one! By Jing Villamil   AND so it came to pass, that we tackle a subject we would rather not. In-laws! Its first known use as a term was way back in 1894. What term did they use then before that year? Originally, it meant “anyone of a relationship not natural”. Unnatural? As […]

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Split ends! By Jing Villamil   IN the midst of the pandemic, there is this story of love. It has nothing to do with the disease. It is a story that would have happened anyway, anyhow, any which time. He was the youngest of three sons of farmers. He dropped out of school when he […]

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We live! Again! By Jing Villamil   YEARS ago, when her dawn was a bright star rising and dusk was but colours weaning, waning, waiting to burst out again – Emmanuelle wrote a poem on déjà vu and it went on chirpily: Known you before! Before this birth, a death; and beyond that death, a […]

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POUR FOuRTH THIS TALE! By Jing Villamil   SHE called. She, who lived through Covid19, but whose husband did not. She, who dreams of him still. Through the screen, we touched fives. At once, with no prod – tears, streams poured forth from her. Mine eyes, I closed; but lids are not doors, not walls […]

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Lull a bye! By Jing Villamil   MORE than thirty Filipino seafarers remain missing in chilly waters off southwestern Japan after their Panamanian cargo ship capsized amidst the onslaught of Typhoon Maysak the first week of September. Truthfully, there is no getting over the faces of anxiety, anger, grief. The kind they go through: the […]

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So grand! By Jing Villamil   THEY were the new-born, the toddler, the pre-school, grader and high school student, the binatilyo and dalagita, the binata and dalaga, the proud groom and the blushing bride, the mother nursing, caring for and teaching her child, the father off to the daily grind. They were not born old. […]

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Gone for a walk! By Jing Villamil   THIS story was a whisper, told loudly above engine roars. Once upon a summertime, once upon my island. It was told by cousins, doubling as backseat drivers, while I was battling the narrow unpaved road hugging the island’s many bends, the mountain on one side, and a […]

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