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Alma Anonas-Carpio

PHLPost: Staying relevant in the age of electronic communication

by Psyche Roxas-Mendoza At no time has the power of man to communicate been this fast and pervasive. Latest figures supplied by the global conversation...

Bangsamoro watch: House joint committee adopts BTC version

by Fil V. Elefante One major stumbling block to getting the draft bills for the Bangsamoro Basic Law passed was hurdled last week in the...

Losing Face(book)? Part 2

by Alma Anonas Carpio     Facebook began notifying users whose data had been used by Cambridge Analytica on April 10, concurrently with the start of the...

Fourth Estate as Empire?

By Joel Pablo Salud In Eric Gamalinda’s novel, Empire of Memory (First Edition, 1992), the author quotes the words of Dr. José Rizal in his...

The princess and the corn

by Marie Yuvienco There’s this legal koan relating to free speech cases that’s supposed to stump first-year students of constitutional law. Why it’s necessary to...

Where light walks: “Finding the Sun”

By Alma Anonas-Carpio In a world where aging is feared and held off for as long as possible, it is refreshing and heartening to see...

My heart, wasteland

By Rachel Salud My heart is a wasteland Of cigarettes smoked to the hilt, And walls that bear the shadows of rain; Of tree stumps that never grow, And...

Have a cup of coffee

Text and Photos by Henrylito D. Tacio Consumer reports say eight out of 10 adults in the Philippines drink an average of 2.5 cups of coffee every day. In...

Time to go scuba diving

by Fil V. Elefante Summer’s here again. And it’s time to beat the heat.One great way to do that is to go scuba diving. For those...

Crossword49

by Rene Sebastian ACROSS 1. Church rite 5. Drew blood 9. Unruffled 13. Blue-pencil 14. Ordinance 17. Phil. leprosarium 18. Albay town 19. Sooner 20. Pagoda 21. Passion 23. Food fish 24. Direct 25. Sepia 26. South Amer. 27. Give...

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Under the Withered Roof

The tears I dropped on my mother’s casket were wiped off with an off-white handkerchief by a hand filled with bulging veins and dominating wrinkles. I heard a comforting scolding, hinting to me that this man is too long in the tooth to have a high-pitched voice. “Elim,...

Rise in Love

A ping sounded on my phone, and the words blinked on the screen at six in the morning.  “RISE IN LOVE.” I squinted at the screen, half-amused. The message could only be from Kim—always dramatic, always turning a simple morning greeting into something that promised intrigue. I recognized our...

The Man with Horns

Close to the end of my ties with Catharine, I was inconveniently reminded of the time when I learned that I grew up with a father from whom I wasn’t exactly begotten. This—this sudden act of remembrance—happened as she and I had just walked out of a diner...