Literary

Maria: A woman, a man and a bullet

Maria: A woman, a man and a bullet

SOME WOMEN are resisting the brutality of those in power, both on the frontlines and behind the scenes. To say that they have always been brave in standing on their ground even when their voices shook would be an understatement. Despite this, they are often overlooked simply because they are women.…
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Pakiusap, Poong Mayoras

IBAHAGI MO sa akin, Poong Mayoras, paano ko maisusulat ang diwa ng mundo nang wala ako sa pagkabihag mo? Sa tuwing lumilikha ako ng mga kwento, sumusulat ako para umani ng kaalaman at saksihan kung anuman ang haharapin ko; ngunit bakit sa dulo ng lahat ng ito ay mayroong wakas?…
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Sorbetes

Sorbetes

GA-GRADUATE NA ng kolehiyo si Jun. Sa wakas, matatapos na rin ako sa pagpapaaral. Sa kabila nito, parang mas gusto ko na lang na manatiling tagabayad ng matrikula. Nang makaalis ng kolehiyo, isa-isa nang nagsipag-alisan sa bahay ang aking mga supling… naglalakbay, nagsisilang ng sarili. Uuwing paminsan-minsan, padalang nang padalang.…
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Jail Booth

Jail Booth

KASALUKUYANG NAGPUPULONG ang student council ukol sa palatuntunang isasagawa sa nalalapit na anibersaryo ng pagkakatatag ng paaralan. Sinusubukan din nilang mangalap ng pondo para sa mga proyekto. Sa gitna ng diskurso, naglabas ng suhestiyon ang presidente ng konseho, at may alaalang nangibabaw sa isip ng prinsipal. Kumakaripas ng takbo ang…
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Ponder but Never Bother

MY HANDS felt stiff after a whole night of shaking hands with people whose names are in every lease and contract.  Inside the room were men in their 60s. They wore maroon fabrics their legal wives had chosen for them. As the indigo radiation in the air and the fever…
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Gintong Anay

Gintong Anay

  O bata, bata Tingnan niyo ito ‘Di ba ang gaganda nila? Marami pa akong palamuti sa bahay namin Ano ba ang gusto niyo—pula, asul, o baka naman Mga ginto!    O ayan, bagay sila sa inyo Nakatutuwa naman kayong mga bata Basta tahimik lang kayo ha Baka mamaya magsilabasan…
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Idle thoughts of a commuter

Idle thoughts of a commuter

HURRIED FOOTSTEPS cut through the noise of the bustling crowd. Once she spotted a jeepney, she slowed to a walk. Through the windows, it was obvious she had to wait for longer. She found a seat and settled inside. Her finger tapped repeatedly on her knee as she mentally counted…
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Hoarder of Purpose and Dreams

I THINK my flesh attracts the small and discarded. I pity these lifeless things to wander here at the park, which I protected from their creators in my ways.  I sat on the ground under the split power of the sun. The dancing leaves of mango trees protected me. As…
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