The highway children beat the traffic lights, selling cigarettes through jeepney windows. Tarnished coins weigh down their belt-bags as they walk back to ramshackle homes, past the market road that …
Intravenous Lines: Romalyn Ante talks to Ali Lewis
AL: Hi Romalyn. How are you? What’s life like where you are? RA: It has been a tough 2020 for everybody. Lockdown happened when my editor and I were putting …
Poetry London Clore Prize 2018 FIRST PRIZE: Names by Romalyn Ante
‘We are nameless and all names are ours.’ – Emmanuel Lacaba My mother’s name is Rosana, but when she left, I had other mothers. Rowena, Jimboy, Alma. I was named …
