2nd Term 2020
Dawn Laurente Marfil & Paul Alcoseba Castillo
It wasn’t a year for metaphors. When the world began to burn in January of 2020, the blaze that spread across the…
Ruth Clare G. Torres
When one talks about detective fiction the writers that immediately come to mind are: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Edgar Allan Poe, Agatha…
Nang igapos ako ng mga sinulid ng takot at isinumpa sa paanan ng Alhambra, pumapanaog siya: matandang babae
John Iremil Teodoro
Sinalubong ng mga pula at puting bulaklak ng lotus, Palangga,
Ralph Semino Galán
The bay Is half of a bowl,
I looked at the foxgloves and told myself what I needed.
Joel H. Vega
Let us reverse the foolishness of the man who orders the death of the toe-slippered boy,
I stand on the sand Finer than any grain
Rodrigo Dela Peña, Jr.
Let the morning come with the birds’ sing-song
When you turned off the engine, the late birds gossiped in a sinister tongue, and the nausea scurried up his throat:
Madalas magtaka ang mga kaibigan ko noong noon. Bakit daw ba parang hindi ako mapalagay nang husto sa tuwing lalabas kami at…
Chuckberry J. Pascual
Ang sabi ng nanay ko, pangit daw akong baby.
Dapat kahapon ko pa ito naisulat. Pagkauwing-pagkauwi sana.
Noong lumalaki ako lahat ng lalake sa paligid ko, nagsisigarilyo at umiinom.
The San Lazaro Hippodrome was set on a property of about 25 hectares in the heart of old Manila, and, like a…
I am born with a tooth in my mouth. Breast feeding is impossibly painful for my mother.
When your longtime friends suggest an overnight family trip to a nature reserve, the first thing you find yourself doing is to…
R. Benedito Ferrão
Suppose I begin with the facts? A boy leaves his childhood home
Saan na ba ako dinadala ng aking mga paa?
Lulan kami sa isang dyip. Nakahiga sa upuan ang aking kapatid. Duguan.
Ang sabi mo noon, P’re, madali lang matutuhan ang C scale sa biyulin.
Virgilio S. Almario
We come together on a common subject in this Congress, which is language.
Gémino H. Abad
Let me begin with a general perspective on the mind, language, and the literary work, and end on our country’s literature.
THE MEMORIES ARE clear, now, of my grandfather, from our time with him in the mountain house in Lalakay.
Sa pagsisimula ng dula, isang pulang bombilya ang iilaw sa bandang likuran ng entablado kaalinsabay ng pagtunog ng isang sirena, malakas, nakabubulahaw.
Soc Delos Reyes
Pagbukas ng mga ilaw, makikitang may tatlong upuan sa entablado.
Only in a poet’s imagination can loneliness be ferried out into the sea
Joey A. Tabula
Isang supot ng dalanghita ang pasasalamat Ng nanay mo. Dumadalang na raw kasi
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