Sometime before Lope K. Santos passed away on May 1, 1963, he paid a visit to a cemetery with his wife, to the grave where he intended to have himself buried. He frowned on seeing how dark the grave was. He told his...
In the middle of that year when we were picking peas on the hillside, I noticed the school children playing with their teacher in the sun. It was my first time to see her, a young woman of about twenty-five, with brown hair and a white dress spotted with blue. The blue sky seemed to absorb the white color of her dress, but from where I stood she appeared all clothed with light blue. The blueness of the sea at the back of the schoolhouse also enhanced the blue dots of her dress. But my eyes were familiar with the bright colors on the hillside, the yellowing leaves of the peas, the sprouting green blades of the summer grass, the royal white crowns of the eidelweiss, the tall gray mountains in the distance, and the silent blue sea below the clear sky.
There was nothing to fear, for the man was always so gentle, so kind. At night when the little girl and her brother were bathed in the light of the big shaded bulb that hung over the big study table in the downstairs...
It was Estrella who emancipated me, who liberated me…I used to be a very uptight, closed person.—Francisco Arcellana (Fernandez and Alegre, Writers and Their Milieu, 1987; 2017)
Estrella Alfon was perhaps, for many years, one of the most compelling figures in Philippine Literature. Kerima...
The Carlos Palanca Foundation, Inc., the sponsor and organizer of the 70th Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature, is reminding aspiring Palanca awardees to submit entries before the deadline on May 31.
This year’s comeback edition of the country’s longest-running and most prestigious literary...
Tiklop-tuhod sa harap mo akong Hari ng Dalita,nagsusulit sa paa mo ng buhay ko sa paggawa,nagsusumbong sa bait mong, ang pawis ko’t aking luha,paanhin...