Whispers of the Flesh
Dante said that there is a place in hell for those who have sinned by allowing their appetite to silence the voice of their reason. I do not usually take…
Literary
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Nang Natutong Lumikha ang Bata
Mula sa Patnugot: Ang likhang ito ay kathang-isip lamang. Naging makulay ang mundo mo nang ako ay iyong nakilala. Naaalala mo pa ba kung paano tayo unang nagtagpo? Nagsimula…
Thoroughfare
The city hums like a restless heart, its pulse rapid and unyielding. By day, she roars through the symphony of engines, hurried footsteps and voices that rise and fall. By…
Love Letter ng Isang Isko
Sa pagitan ng takipsilim at liwayway kita unang napagmasdan Payapa sa kaguluhan ng Commonwealth at Katipunan Ang tapang ng kamao’y tumatagos sa kalangitan Sa gitna ng martsa, sa tulak ng…
Tawad: A word for the season
Every December, Filipinos become fluent in one particular word: tawad. A simple and familiar term, but one that branches into meanings that stretch across markets, streets, homes and hearts. Each…
Pasko ba, Sinta ko?
Isang araw na lang bago sumapit ang araw na pinakahihintay ng mga bata. Ang panahon ng kasiyahan, pagbibigayan at pagmamahalan. Ngunit sa halip na tuwa, pangungulila ang aking tanging nararamdaman. …
UP Naming Pamahal Nang Pamahal
Mula sa patnugot: Ang tauhang nagsasalaysay sa unang panauhang pananaw ay kathang-isip lamang. Tawanan, kwentuhan at sunod-sunod na mga yabag. Palubog na ang araw pero buhay na buhay pa rin…
In Loving Memory of Someone Not Here
I stare at the designed concrete in front of me. “In loving memory of …” I read as my family lit candles and prepared offerings like we do every year. …
The Bloody Trees of Samar
Trigger Warning: Contains graphic descriptions of sexual abuse, physical violence, and death. They hailed Him a conqueror, His reign “The Golden Age,” His territory the “Tiger of Asia,” His name…
Oda ng Tulay San Juanico
Ang likhang ito ay kathang-isip lamang. May bagong tulay raw, sabi sa balita Dal’wang kilometro, ‘sang milya ang haba Oda para sa reyna Gawa sa bakal at kongkreto Para sa…
The First Lady is Not My Mama
This is a work of fiction. My Mama always wears her favorite bakya. It is a pair of sandals made of shiny wood, with big swirls carved on the heels…