Sunday, September 25
Shadow

Liyab

In These Burning Halls

In These Burning Halls

Literary, Liyab
by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO I will never be accustomed to the silence  in my halls now bathed in darkness, for all that is left in my hallowed ground once graced by hope and harmony are the timid footsteps of those that come and go, bearing nothing but unease and uncertainty.   From the distressed faces that I see and troubled hearts that they bear, it comes without question– fear is all that echoes within.   Yet, in this sea of dread and despair is a tide that refuses to die down. They march against the stillness, armed with words that beg to break through the restraints forced onto their throats.   With their efforts to try and let the truth prevail, the lingering danger of eternal silence continues to put out ...
Eased by the Tides

Eased by the Tides

Literary, Liyab
by CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA THERE WAS hardly a rise and fall of the tides. Ramil approached the waters, a seastorm stirring within his chest. He watched the graceful ebb and flow of the sea—in hopes to find serenity in the coastline. Alone and deep in thought, Ramil settled down in the sand. He felt a subtle discomfort as the sand sank his rubber shoes. The grains caused a sharp pain on his soles.  Then there came the drizzle and the western monsoon breeze. Nonetheless, Ramil was heedless of them all. There was a stronger hurricane propelling inside him, caused by the turbulent stream of his life. He did not need to be engulfed by the tides to drown. Ramil had always thought of ways to tame the winds, and he always found them on the shore.  He pondered if he coul...
Arcadian Abode

Arcadian Abode

Literary, Liyab
by Trixcy Anne B. Loseriaga My beloved languished was I  whenever I recall   those luscious lips of yours.   Your fiery soul concealing the blissful agony of my sworn brothers.   Their sunken eyes  cloaked in your warm embrace. How I wished to reunite with them  but Tyche was never in my favor.    My grace I thirst for their smiles and their never ending tittle-tattles, but Ponos never ceased to amaze me with his relentless drudgery.   My queen drained was I  whenever I harrow those shriveled skin of yours.   How I longed  to bathe myself  in those translucent tears of yours.   Embracing my brothers, drinking to our heart’s content until your sister blinds us ...
Sa Mata ni Andres

Sa Mata ni Andres

Literary, Liyab
by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO Maulap ang kalangitan nang masilayan ng bayani ang kumpulan ng mga tao sa tabi.   Habang hawak ang mga karatulang may samu’t saring kataga, patuloy sa pagsigaw ang mga kabataang napupuno ng galit at hinagpis sa mga pangyayari sa bansa na hindi kanais-nais.   Kanyang naalala ang nakaraan— ang mga panahon kung saan minsan siya’y nalagay sa bukana ng daan patungo sa kalayaan.   Bahid ng lungkot at pighati ang daanang kanilang sinimulan ngunit saksi ang inang bayan sa sakripisyong kinailangan alang-alang sa kalayaan nais nilang makamtam.   Kasabay ng sinag ng araw na patuloy na sumisilip sa mga ulap na nagbabantang lumuha, bakas sa mata, sa bawat sigaw, a...
In Motion

In Motion

Literary, Liyab
by CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA At last, home calls. The soles of my feet will stroke the grounds walked by saints and heroes alike.   At last, my arms will sway and welcome  the warm bodies that once were just in photographs.   I lament the half of my college years  perched upon a stool; my worn-out eyes  locked in mere cyber movements.   The pang of pain from being unmoved. One twist and you would hear my bones  plead for a gentle stretch.    The sinews in my neck were stiff as my longing  for home: that cradle of moving bodies and its soft yellow lights at dusk.    For two years, the glow of home  was replaced by a lampshade.   For two years, the long stride upon brick  pavements was suc...
Lampos

Lampos

Literary, Liyab
by TRIXCY ANNE B. LOSERIAGA MALAYO RIN ang nilakad ni Dana bago niya natanaw ang pampang.  Maaliwalas ang simoy ng hangin at ang mga bata ay nagtatampisaw sa tubig. Nagkalat sa dalampasigan ang liwanag ng mga alitaptap.  Dumako ang ilang alitaptap sa kinaroroonan ni Dana. Hinuli niya ang isa subalit biglang naglaho ang ningning nito. Nag-iba ang simoy ng hangin. Napukaw ng mga maya ang kanyang atensyon kaya pinanood niya ang mga ito. Sumikip ang kanyang dibdib nang mapatingin siya sa naglalagablab na langit. Namayani ang kulay pula sa kaulapan, tulad ng isang hapong pilit niyang kinalilimutan. Hapon na’t uwian na sa paaralan ngunit may ilang estudyanteng nanatili pa rin para gawin ang mga takdang aralin habang naglilinis ang mga diyanitor.  Habang kumakain si Dana ng fis...
Retirada: How capitalism encapsulates senescent bodies

Retirada: How capitalism encapsulates senescent bodies

Literary, Liyab
by PATRICK V. MIGUEL  SELF-WORTH is often associated with productivity at work. The narrative is that when one has no job or a day passes by without work done, the respect for the self is completely annihilated. This is the epitome of hustle culture—a culture that propagates a “work, work, work” system with the idealized fantasy of financial success in the end. But what happens if someone is bound to be out of work? What happens when workers are at the age when they have to retire? A possible scenario to that question is presented in the full-length film Retirada (2022), directed by Cynthia Cruz-Paz and Milo Alto Paz. It is among the pool of selected films presented in this year’s Cinemalaya, a Philippine independent film festival. Retirada circles around the lives of...
A freshman’s desk

A freshman’s desk

Literary, Liyab
by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO OLIVE'S DESK was a complete mess. Her first day in college was fast approaching and she felt the need to do something to calm her nerves. Thinking she needed to redecorate her space, she took everything out of her desk and cork board.  With everything placed on the floor, she moved things around without a clear plan in mind. Everything looked far more cluttered than when she began. Frustrated, she crumpled one of her papers into a ball and threw it as hard as she could towards the waste bin by her opened door. It hit the door frame instead and rolled out into the hallway. At the time, her mother had just gone out of her room and noticed the crumpled ball on the floor. She reached it before Olive did. “Do you need help?” she asked her daughter soft...
Beckoning

Beckoning

Literary, Liyab
by CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA SHE FIRMLY stood with her two columns.  Her Baroque features depicted how she prevailed over the test of time. A saint in stone perched above her, which will soon watch us stride below.  She and the saint awaited us amid the rhythm of drums and cheers. It was the first time I had been this close to her. I only saw her up close from the screens of my laptop before. Sometimes, I caught glimpses of her from a car window passing España boulevard.  Who would have thought she was about to be the gateway of my second home? I closed my eyes and grasped everything. The sea of students draped in navy blue surrounded me. I felt their rapture through my ears—the uproar of hidden hope and dreams waiting to be claimed.  The August murky heavens knew...
The sun will always rise

The sun will always rise

Literary, Liyab
by GHEMARIE LABSAN I HAVE always been scared of the night. Lola often spoke tales of once terrifying beasts that lurked on moonless nights and preyed on the weak.  They came in different shapes and forms, usually disguising themselves to look almost human-like. It would be easy to mistake one for your friend. It would even be easier to mistake one for an ally. They were not your typical monsters with sharp teeth and grotesque figures. They blended perfectly well with everyone else and even looked like ordinary men. They would speak nothing but falsehood—convincing you to believe them and ultimately luring you into their intricately woven trap of lies. These monsters devoured their prey in a surprisingly methodical manner given their nature. Their prey would not even know that ...