August 2010
2 posts
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Wishing for Snow
Cholo Luistro
Our words are like dirty ice cream Dripping from our fingers On the hot Philcoa sidewalk, Our dude-pare-tsongs the garbled mix Of strawberry, ube, and macapuno Melting under the eight-ray sun.
It’s almost like the real thing, Like how it’s supposed to taste Miles from where we stand: The accent of frost basking In the sweet scent of rustling pine.
ISEMISEMISEEEM!
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Ang Lutang na Mangingibig
Jen Macapagal
Sa mga ganitong pagkakataon na wala akong magawa kundi ang umupo lang at manigarilyo ay madalas na sumagi sa isip ko si Ross. Dahan-dahang papasok sa lutang kong isipan ang mga alaala niyang matagal nang nakaimbak sa bodega ng mga kalungkutan at kasawian ko sa linsyak na buhay na ito. Hanggang sa makatulugan ko ang naghihimagsik kong sikmura at tangang yosi. Ross? Ni hindi nga iyon...
May 2010
1 post
April 2010
3 posts
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Editorial: In Defense of Bad Grammar
Cholo Mercado
I suppose it’s normal for anyone who loves books as much as I do to feel animosity for anything that exhibits bad grammar or, for that matter, just general unattractive misuse of the English language. I know I did. I remember getting into fights with my friends just because I pointed out their grammatical mistakes a bit too harshly. I used to do it with an intention to condescend,...
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Pusong Pusa
Gabriel Angelo Sanchez
Balot na balot ng kaba ang pusa habang naghihintay ito sa tapat ng bahay ng kanyang mahal na si Cheng. Hindi mapalagay ang pusa habang paulit-ulit nitong naririnig ang bawat pintig ng kanyang puso dahil sa pinaghalong pananabik at takot sa kanyang gagawin. Hindi mapakali ang pusa, palakad lakad, patalon-talon, paikot-ikot sa harap ng bahay ni Cheng.
“Bakit kaya wala pa si...
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Editorial: Quirks
Grace Wang
How should I begin? First lines are, as a writerly rule, important. They draw you in—moreso an introductory piece like this. How do I rein your attention in? I could begin with a joke, something that establishes my character as “quirky.” But you don’t need any more quirky types, I’m sure. Enough of them running about and imposing their quirkiness onto...
March 2010
23 posts
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Editorial: Writerman
Pepe Serapio
Hi. My name’s Pepe Serapio and I’m here to blow your mind…in a non-terrorist kind of way. Please don’t call the police.
I’m actually writing this introductory editorial, which was requested by our young Editor-in-Chief, without my laptop. That’s not an important fact for anyone but me. Like most modern writers, I work well with technology. Without it, I’m pretty much...
Please help The New Dentists reach a wider... →
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Glove in Each Hoof, Hoof in Each Glove
Erika Lianne Garcia
It was difficult to button up the black suit, and view the mirror from up here. The first task of zipping up the yellow skin felt like resealing a zip lock or banana, but applying orange makeup on me without being able to see was easy compared to painstakingly inserting each button to each corresponding hole. Between my hooves, the shiny ebony felt like pieces of glass...
We are now looking for columnists!
If you are interested in writing a regular-ish column for The New Dentists, please write a sample piece of 500-800 words and send it to us at thenewdentists@gmail.com. Please include your name, your pseudonym (if you have one), your proposed column’s name, a short description of what your column will be about, and a short note on why you think your column is a great column. Head your...
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Ukay-Ukay Love Affair
Jon Carlos Rodriguez
You didn’t want to go, but I forced you anyway. “That place smells like Ting’s spirit,” you complained. Ting was the name of my Labrador. He died last year. “The clothes there stink to high heavens,” you added. I never told you then, but it probably stank because the owners were indeed in high heavens. As in they’re dead. The clothes were probably donated but due...
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The Working Man at Bed
Enzo Zulueta
And before I sleep a sigh; I return to the things I’ve done by the end of day: I have achieved a chore. And, before I lie a smile; I forsee the things I’ll do by the break of dawn: A chore I’ll achieve once more.
Enzo is the upcoming Vice President of the UP Music Circle. He likes his organization.
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Hello
Mikli Feria Jorge
Hello. My name is Mikli.
I like eating the whipped cream off the top of my drinks. I put lots and lots black pepper on almost everything I eat. I write on myself, partly because I can’t draw, partly because I’m bored, and mostly partly because there’s something I just can’t say. Or I could really just be bored, which happens sometimes. I love the mornights, and breakfast...
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Editorial: Thus, We Begin
Cholo Mercado
First off, I’d like to thank everyone who’s reading this right now. This would be useless without you. Applause for everyone. Now, as we now exist—after a long period of primordial preparation—we’d like to share with you who we are and what we stand for. it is only fair to let you know what you’re getting into, correct?
We are The New Dentists....
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[He]
Cholo Luistro
[He] has mastered the
[Ar]t of telling himself he’s
[Ne]ver felt the need to be completed
And deems himself independent—
Noble even—
As if fated to exist alone.
Cholo is a music geek. He reminds us to smile a lot, and he talks about old kids’ shows with enthusiasm.
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I'm Afraid of Space
Picket Luna
Im afraid of space, and its bossy ways, how it grabs unwilling subjects for its canvas. I must run with haste, before it traps my gaze, for it imprisons the restrained through its mantras. It has devises, contraptions, that release inhibitions —- I was victimized by its beauty not just once! And then, suddenly, freely, I was feeding its fancy —- with a...
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The End of the Story
June Abigail P. Aranzamendez
A school program required my mother, an assistant principal in a private college, to bring a baby picture of herself. She didn’t spend much time deciding which to bring; she only has one. It is studio-shot and kept at the back page of her wedding album, occupying the whole space with an 8x10” size. I don’t say it is in black and white, which is the usual...
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“It seems all that can happen has happened today”
Jenine
It seems all that can happen has happened today What remains now are coulds of gray There is sunrise in the yonder.
Jenine is a 16-year-old female and is a figment of your imagination.
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Finalé
Jenine
the shriveled rose dampened by dew reclaims her beauty refined the wrinkled face plagued by years delivers enigma defined the battered hand that holds such beauty shivers from the cold this is the last hope. auf wiedersehen.
Jenine is a 16-year-old female and is a figment of your imagination.
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Editorial: Issue One
Cholo Mercado
It is here. This is the first issue of The New Dentists’ online literary journal. Times have been rough and we are six months overdue—but here it is. The site is still somewhat of a mess, but things will get better. Thank you again, writers, for submitting your work. I cannot just let works like these go to waste! And thank you for those who’ve helped us along the...
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FEATURED: k-tip
Carlos Malvar
Part I
“Bee, you can’t be serious,” my girlfriend says. She does that cute exasperated look that I like. I grin. “I can’t read this. This is crap. Crap that only your school can produce.”
I’m used to her jabs. “Just read it ok,” I take a sharp turn by the Mini-Stop on the corner. “There’s a killer epiphany in the end. Very Tony Perez. Modesty aside, it’s almost a Krip.” Two...
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Blur Job
Gwen Bautista
I won’t allow you To fire me Me, your deranged lover Being your lover it’s such a job it’s such a job You can exploit me All over exploit me Being your lover it’s such a job it’s such a job
Gwen Bautista is a Visual / Spoken Word Artist and Poet who performs around Metro Manila with Bigkas Pilipinas. She is practicing Self- Inflicted...
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Ang Kristiyano 2000
Sisigman
Lunes, magkikita kami ni Arnold Doon sa kanila manonood ng bold Martes, pupuntahan si Badette Upang kumopya ng assignment Miyerkules, huwag manggugulo Magde-date kami ng nobya ko Huwebes, hahayo sa Trinoma Kaysa pumasok sa eskuwela Biyernes, dadaan ako sa Area Mang-uupa ng dalagita Sabado, uy, tayo’y totoma Uubusin ang tatlong kaha Linggo, gigising ng maaga Dahil...
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Buhay Pa Ako
Alvin Ringgo C. Reyes
Setyembre 26, 2009
UMAGA. Sumilay ang araw na ito na pangkaraniwan lang. Bagamat naibalita na Biyernes pa lang na may isang bagyong tatama sa Hilaga at Gitnang Luzon sa susunod na dalawang araw, hindi naman ito pinag-ukulan ng seryosong pansin ng marami at itinakda nilang mamumuhay sila, tulad ng normal na eksistensya sa araw-araw. Naging biruan pa nga sa samahan...
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Modern Patriot
Courtney C. Chua
in memory of the late former president Corazon Aquino,
for the country that she fought for and believed in.
5 o’clock is a dead hour.
LRT-2 is almost empty and you swiftly sit yourself down beside another student who looks ready to fall asleep anytime now. You can’t blame her because the orange of the sky as the sun sets doesn’t really help get...
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A Little Bit of Grace
Courtney C. Chua
It only takes a few seconds for the scene to register in your mind, but the pain that you feel as your heart breaks slowly and excruciatingly remains behind your eyelids forever. Your feet move automatically to get to your destination, to the stairs beyond the man sitting in the middle of the overpass.
It is Saturday and almost Christmas. You had to suffer through crowds...
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Jack and Jill and Tommy
Laurence Roxas
The car wouldn’t start. I tried turning the key again as my foot pumped the gas pedal encouragingly. “Come on. You can do it.” Miraculously the engine springs to life. Crisis averted. I back out of my parking slot and drive up the ramp. The security guard at the exit smiles at me as I roll down my window. “G’evening, Harold. How are the...
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The Chosen One
Tom Co
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After Hours
Nadine Ramos
Makati is beautiful when it rains. The rain has a way of pelting down on the fluctuating yellow street lights, and masking the ugly facades of the Makati skyline. It makes everything so surreal, so blurred and intangible. Steven taps the cigarette on the ashtray as the humid air of June envelopes him. He misses home, if anything. He watches as flashes of lightning...
January 2010
1 post
Submissions
We accept flash fiction, short fiction, poetry, flash drama, short screenplays, non-fiction, essays, interviews, and experimental fiction (basically, anything written that’s not longer than 5 pages) in English or Filipino.
We currently do not accept fan fiction or previously published material.
Attach your work(s) as a .doc, .docx, .txt, or .rtf file, in any non-fancy,...
October 2009
1 post
The New Dentists Development Blog →
We moved!
As part of the process of acquiring The New Dentists’ internet domain, we’ve changed our development blog’s URL.
(It’s a much more tedious process than you’d think.)