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Kristine Joy L. Dabbay
Stepping on dry leaves
With each step,
A crisp sound erupts.
Under sweaty soles,
Dry leaves crack—
Fragments scatter
To be trampled again—
As sturdy as the branch
Where the leaves once lived.
Montage Vol. 11...
Under my umbrella
Why on a day like this,
Water kisses the earth
Dropping like unstringed necklace pearls
To the ground.
Footsteps press against the soil,
Raindrops fill the void,
And the wet...
A ‘cult’ classic
COMBINE death cults, religion, and pop culture, then mix with satire, witticism, and a knack for repetitive rhythm, and out comes Survivor (Vintage, 2003),...
