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In this country there are no harsh
Prerequisites for citizenship

In this country neither natives
Nor foreigners are born and die

In this country there are
No tyrants and slaves

In this country nobody
Sleeps or wakes up

In this country the sun
Does not rise or set

In this country there is no
Fathomless sea or unreachable sky

In this country all roads
Lead nowhere and everywhere

I live in this country because
It it is not found in the World Map

I live in this country because
It has no fixed or shifting boundaries

I live in this country because
It opens vistas of impossible possibilities

I live in this country where there are
No demeaning forms to be signed

I live in this country where I am free
To wear my own striped casual voice

I live in this country that is found
In the invisible map of my imagination

I live in this country that lies
In the Tropic of Words

© Felix Fojas

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PROSE 
CINQUAINS 
SEPTEMBER 11
SOLOS 
SETS 

  ELBINA BATALA
  Heart
  There Is No Silence

  CARLENE SOBRINO
  BONNIVIER
  Surface Tension
  Fog
  Breakfast
  Haiku

  LUIS CABALQUINTO
  Red Layt
  Kay Emmanuel
  Mahiwagang Umaga

  SOTERA CATAYAS
  Only Pride
  Mixed Feelings

  GLORIA DEL
  CARMEN
  This Death
  Mad World

  FELIX FOJAS
  Orange Grove Road
  Far Country
  Ithaca

  ELMER OMAR
  BASCOS PIZO
  17 Ways of Looking
    at a Brown Man
    and Woman

  Fish Sauce
  Black Dog

  AL SANTOS
  Pasensiya na Po
  Unang Umaga
    sa Europa

  Dalawang Pulis,
    Dalawang Pinoy

  Dinuguan sa Tren
  Bulaklak at Tren
    sa Tagsibol

  Pag-uwi

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