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Literature, PoetryJune 16, 2015

Hollow

When Novels get High on Fire by Brett Stout. Image Courtesy the Artist.

When Novels get High on Fire by Brett Stout. Image Courtesy the Artist.

Guwang

Ilang araw pa’t lubha nilang ipinagtaka

ang lubusang pagguwang ng sa simula
bitak lang sa kongkretong sahig

Ipinasemento ang gumuwang

Ilang araw lang ay muli itong bumitak
at gumuwang nang mas malaki

Lalong hinamon ang kanilang pagtataka

Muling ipinasemento ang gumuwang
higit itong malaki sa dati kinabukasan

Dumagsa ang mga taong ibig sumilip

sa pagkakataong masabi ang inaakala
ngunit walang nakapagpahilom

sa guwang—kinakain bawat salita
~Mesándel Virtusio Arguelles

Hollow

A few more days and they were quite baffled

by the widening hollow that was once
just a crack on a concrete floor

The hollow was sealed with cement

It broke open a few days later
the hollow more extensive than before

Their bewilderment has intensified

The hollow was once again sealed with cement
the next day it was much wider than before

People flocked, wanting to catch a glimpse

of the chance to say what has been imagined
but nothing can close up

the hollow—devouring every word
~ trans. Kristine Ong Muslim

Mesándel Virtusio Arguelles’ 12 books in Filipino include, among others: ‘Mga Tala at Panaginip’ (High Chair, 2012), ‘Guwang’ (High Chair, 2013), ‘Pilas ng Papel: Mga Sanaysay sa Tula’ (De La Salle University Publishing House, 2013), and ‘Pesoa’ (Balangay Books, 2014). His volume of selected poems, ‘Anima’, will come out late this year from the Ateneo de Naga University Press.

Kristine Ong Muslim has published several books, including ‘We Bury the Landscape’ (Queen’s Ferry Press, 2012), as well as the forthcoming short story collection ‘Age of Blight’ (Unnamed Press, 2016) and three poetry collections. Her short stories and poems have appeared in the Boston Review, Confrontation Magazine, Narrative Magazine, and Sou’wester.

‘Hollow’ first appeared in ‘Guwang’ (High Chair Books, 2013), and is republished here with kind permission from the poet and High Chair Books.

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April 24, 2021

It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

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We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

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