The Witness

The Witness by April Pagaling (in reply to “Wala Nang Tao sa Sta. Filomena”) You stand in the stubbled field,a scarecrow stripped of purpose,shirt faded to the hue of stillborn harvests. January light knifes sideways,spilling shadows longer than your body,stretching beyond the momentof its making. I have witnessed this scene before.Escalante’s fencepost scarecrowdraped in a […]