21/08/2025
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๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ "๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐บ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ":
โ [...] The poem also recalls the year 2021, when Super Typhoon Odette struck the Philippines, bringing with it torrential rains, violent winds, and storm surges. The devastation left us without electricity and bereft of access to clean, potable water for several days; the landscape, in turn, resembled the aftermath of some childโs game of make-believeโyet this was a super typhoon we had never wished to host.
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In Issue 86 of ่ฒ้ป่ฉฉๅ Voice & Verse Poetry Magazine, we will publish an English-language section on ๐ฅ๐๐๐ก๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐ฅ๐ .
Prince Marlo D. Montadas's "Acceptance Monsoon" and "Ants Under the Eye of the Storm" will be included in this section. [ Contributors to the ๐ฅ๐๐๐ก๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐ฅ๐ feature: tbc ]
{{{ We are accepting submissions until Friday 5 September 2025: https://tinyurl.com/RainstormCALL }}
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โ โAcceptance Monsoonโ is a poem that draws a parallel between the workings of a thunderstorm and the culmination of the lives of those we most deeply love and cherish. It intimates, with quiet modesty, how the passing of a beloved feels like lightning, with thunder reverberating through flesh and soul alike. We are told that the distance of thunder may be measuredโthree secondsโ delay is roughly one kilometreโaccording to the old rule of thumb that light outruns sound. It has now been a year since my grandfatherโs death. Wistfulness and acceptance meet and mingle; a permanent cloud formed and settled upon our home. It is simply one of the conditions that loss imposes. There was no sudden rainstorm of tears at the moment when the palms of Providence drew the filament of his life, but rather a long, blinding flash of light before usโconfounded and overwhelmedโuntil at last the tears came. It is a wrestling with oneself to accept; long have we acknowledged the inevitability of death in thought, yet in presence it strikes and stuns. And so, now, the rain has come.
โ "Ants Under the Eye of the Storm" is at once a reflective and satirical poem about how I, as a person, am sentimental and frail in placing blame for most of my downfallsโwhether trivial or weighty in the fabric of our mundane livesโoften preferring external attributions. This tendency, I believe, is a means by which human beings seek to cope with grief and sorrow. It is true that God or nature may at times appear cruel, volatile, and indifferent. Such is how I express it, despite the welcome, beauty, and spirituality that their implications may also hold. Yet even after the heavy rains pour without relent, a silver lining eventually emergesโand this, too, is cyclical. We choose to believe it is the natural order, as it must be, and so we release our emotionsโour displeasures, our aversionsโas deftly and as gracefully as we once gathered them. The poem also recalls the year 2021, when Super Typhoon Odette struck the Philippines, bringing with it torrential rains, violent winds, and storm surges. The devastation left us without electricity and bereft of access to clean, potable water for several days; the landscape, in turn, resembled the aftermath of some childโs game of make-believeโyet this was a super typhoon we had never wished to host.
โ Prอฌiอฅncอจeอค Maอฃrอฌloอฆ D. Moอฆntอญaอฃdอฉaอฃs is an author and poet currently pursuing a Master of Arts in Teaching English at Father Saturnino Urios University. In his leisure, he delights in exploring secondhand clothing markets, discovering retro and stylish pieces, and composing poems inspired by quotidian reflections and tender moments shared with his partner. He is presently engaged in the production of chapbooks, and his works have appeared in the โEn Routeโ section of Cha: An Asian Literary Journal.
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