Re-trans-formation
Illustration by Jon Ahmed Durano He’s coming for me. The stories speak of a disfigured mass of a man with the head of a goat, menacing bulbous horns twisting around each other on either...
Illustration by Jon Ahmed Durano He’s coming for me. The stories speak of a disfigured mass of a man with the head of a goat, menacing bulbous horns twisting around each other on either...
Photo by Angelo Nico Daroy It’s not hard to be a child on Christmas day, I tell him. It shouldn’t have to be. He looked at me, gaze as empty as the...
Illustration by Geralden Morre Lionheart Way, Bursledon Southampton United Kingdom 25 December 1914 To my wife, Philippa, Happy Christmas! I hope you and our little boy Augustus are the best of health...
Illustration by Justine Bacareza The cool northeast wind blew signifying the last “-ber” month, it was finally Christmas Eve for the folks. Oh, how I loathe this time of the month. They called it...
Illustration by RK Tiu A bouquet of twelve lilies lay on his desk. I never knew Regulus Cavalcanti loves little things like this. Behind the desk, the ruthless mob boss Cavalcanti sits, slightly slouching...
Illustration by RK Tiu The way I write down things I believe to be holy, you’d think I’ve somehow seen god after swallowing enough of what I swallow — for a lifetime, for less,...
Illustration by Shari Llamis Do not douse the fire In the spirit that yells Of life inside you It is caged And its captor is you Do not try to tame it Nor...
Photo by Carmelle Gacasan I am Pati. I am the offspring of neglect and apathy, A restless soul blinded by romantic fallacy, And a wound that throbs from a sullen tragedy. ...
Photo by Christine Suson Dear Jeffrey, I’m holding onto the last string of my life. By the time you read this, I’m probably dead. So here I am using the scant sliver of...