Thursday, May 6

Photo of the Week

The Last One

The Last One

Letters, Photo of the Week
Behind the stack of boxed action figures and bright-colored balls was a small-framed woman, not the kind that you would pity at first glance, but the kind you would not notice at all. Old Marites sat patiently on a small stool, fanning herself with her clammy hands. She tucked the gray fringes of hair behind her ears to alleviate the bugging, humid heat. Marites scanned the nook of every shelf in her stall. She released a long, spiritless sigh. “Not a toy sold today, huh.” She sprung up from her seat and unfastened the ropes of a make-shift umbrella made of tattered tarpaulin. “Maybe tomorrow,” she muttered to herself.  As she drew the covers together, she felt the seams of her shirt being tugged. Her gaze traveled down her side to a slim, bright-eyed boy. She crouched down to meet t
Shopping Cart

Shopping Cart

Letters, Photo of the Week
Hirap na hirap si Aida sa pagtulak ng kaniyang shopping cart patungo sa Aisle #5. Kalahating oras na lamang ang natitira bago matapos ang kaniyang shift at naatasan siyang mag-restock ng ilang produkto. Nagpaparamdam na ang sakit ng katawan ngunit pinapaalala na lamang niya ang oras sa sarili upang siya ay ganahan.  Wala siyang nakasalubong na mamimili kaya’t dumiretso na siya sa pwesto ng mga instant noodles. Pagdating doon ay agad niyang sinimulan ang pagsalansan sa mga ito.  Hindi pa niya natatapos ang kaniyang ginagawa nang nakarinig siya ng malakas na pagbagsak ng mga lata sa sahig. Paglingon niya sa pinanggalingan ng tunog, namataan niya ang isang babaeng nagpupulot ng mga nahulog na lata. Agad niya itong nilapitan. Tutulong na sana siya sa pagbalik ng mga lata sa kanilang
Reconnection

Reconnection

Letters, Photo of the Week
Ravaged by the touch of a scarring plague, the sickness pulled me in idle. Needles pierced through my skull, numbing my senses for freedom, Gasping for someone to cope with the pain.   Loneliness lurked deep in the corners of the dark room. Menacing eyes threatened my sanity, Labeled as a purging disease to many. O, how I long to be wrapped in warm arms, Yearning for their empathy to shield me from fear.   The outside world has become unknown, Due to the rampant chaos happening at a quick pace. The device that connects me outside Unleashes dread that disheartens sensibility, Leaving me wounded with harmful thoughts.   A sudden ring pierces through the  silence of the room, A part of me reconnecting to the days past
An Adventure’s Cost

An Adventure’s Cost

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“The mundane affairs of humans must always have boundaries.”  Disapproving my love for adventures, mother always repeated those words as she told the tale of a  venturesome princess who disrespected the sacred Tawhay River. Angered by her recklessness, the gods cursed her to balance eternally on top of a stone pile as a living stone figure. Mother’s tale did not stop me and my horse, Kusog, from venturing into the woods. It only reinforced my desire to prove its legitimacy. She simply underestimated my stubbornness and wanderlust.  My stream of thoughts suddenly halted when I began to hear the gushing waters. Alas! I caught sight of Tawhay, with the balanced stack of stones at its center. I urged Kusog to trot towards the pile for a closer look. Indeed, it was real ye
Black Saturday

Black Saturday

Letters, Photo of the Week
The lights flickered off at sunset, just as his prayers began. He was hoping for a delay; that the electric distribution company would be lenient. Darkness pervaded just in time for Black Saturday. Still, he remained in solemn posture. “...he was crucified, died…” As he prayed, a door opened. They looked at him.  His wife and daughter’s eyes shut melancholy, but that was not all. They held culpability in their gaze, directed towards him. They clenched it like a lance, almost with aggression.  He twitched as it pierced his heart. His breathing paused. For a moment, he thought blood streamed down from his torso. “...he descended into hell…” It was sweat trickling on his skin. A sudden heat expanded throughout his body. “...he rose again from the dead…” He he
Ang Bulong ng Kahapon

Ang Bulong ng Kahapon

Letters, Photo of the Week
Minsan kong nasilayan ang madlang yumapak  Sa mabatong daan na saksi ng kasaysayan. Magkakaiba ang mukha. Magkakatulad ang mithiin. Lahat ay binubuhay ng kanilang mga hangarin.   Kay raming beses ko na silang nasamahan Sa kasiyahan man o kalungkutan Habang nakikisilong sa aking mga sanga, Samu’t saring istorya ang dala-dala. Lahat ay nagpapatuloy sa pagtahak sa kapalaran, Habang ang paghihirap ng araw-araw ay iniinda.     Ngayon ang mabatong daan ay wala ng laman, Katahimikan lamang ang naiwan. Kasabay ng bulong ng panahong nakalipas; Mga sandaling nakamit na ang wakas.   Kung may dumaan man ay bihira ito. Takip ang ilong at bibig habang pumaparito. May bahid ng lungkot sa mga mata, Dala ang mga ala-alang nak
Tawid Dagat

Tawid Dagat

Letters, Photo of the Week
Hinayaan kong lamunin ng unang daluyong ng alon ang ibabang parte ng aking katawan. Ang buhangin na tumutusok sa aking mga talampakan ang nag-alis ng pamimitig sa aking mga binti. Isang mahabang hininga ang aking pinakawalan. Bumulabog sa aking malalim na gunam-gunam ang malalakas na putak ng mga tagak. Sa aking kaliwa ay mayroong kawan ng mga tagak na hindi mapakali, panay ang kanilang pag-huni.  Ngunit may isa na hindi gumalaw ang tuka. Panatag itong naka-tirik sa mga batuhan. Ang kaniyang mga maiitim na butil ng mata ay tumagos sa aking kaluluwa. Ibinuka nito ang kaniyang mapuputing pakpak at dumapo sa aking kawayang balsa.  Tinitigan ako nito ng mariin. At sa kaniyang pagtitig, ako ay naligalig. Tinaas ko ang aking kamay upang ito ay bugawin ngunit ako ay napatigil.
Sa Aking Himlayan

Sa Aking Himlayan

Letters, Photo of the Week
Mahal, nakakapagod. Sa muli, nadagdagan ang mga destinasyong hindi mahanap, mga daanang mahirap tahakin, at mga kostumer na inipin. Talagang nagbago na ang aking kahusayan sa trabaho magmula noong tayo’y magsama sa ilalim ng iisang bubong.  Sa bawat segundo ng aking pagmamaneho, isip ko’y okupado ng iyong mga babala tungkol sa mga aksidente. Sa lahat ng oras ng aking pagtungo’t pagpapadala sa mga bahay-bahay, mahigpit ang aking hawak sa manibela. Sa kada pagbilis ng aking motor at pagliko sa mga kantong madidilim at makikitid, nadarama ko ang iyong kaba. Ako’y lagi nang nababalisa sa pagnanais na hindi ka na mag-alala. Nakakapagod, mahal. Nakakapagod ang magpahinto-hinto sa gilid ng kalye tuwing babasahin ang iyong mga pagpapaalalang mensahe sa telepono. “Mag-ingat ka, maha
Three Words

Three Words

Letters, Photo of the Week
It can only take three words to change everything.  That was what I reminded myself as I walked out of the library, tightly clutching the books I had borrowed. With every step, I willed myself to ignore the thoughts in my head telling me to stop what I was intending to do.  When I reached the exit, I saw him standing by the door, flashing that goofy yet endearing smile. It grew wider as I approached him. He noticed the books I held and carried them for me as we began to walk our way home.  The streets were silent as we conversed but something felt different. With the way he swayed his arms while carrying the books, he seemed far more energetic than he normally was. As we passed by the familiar pawnshop, I knew we were nearing my house. The reminder of this fleeting moment m
Rock, Paper, Scissors, & You

Rock, Paper, Scissors, & You

Letters, Photo of the Week
Rock. Rough around the edges, Unyielding and brave. Stubborn and warm, Independent as the sun. Paper. Light, but not weightless, A mind of pure peculiarity. Neither blank nor dull, Always a page of mystery.  Scissors. We, a pair that severs all other cords. When fondled with flattery, You speak with sharpened truth. Closer to you, I drew. You. The partaker of this journey. Remember the oath of friendship. We took it once and for all, In that vast field of a blissful childhood. F DAWN DANIELLE D. SOLANO