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Leona Florentino: Mother of Filipina poetry

Leona Florentino had a very brief life.  She just lived for 35 years, and had written only a handful of poems.  However, during her...

Kerima Polotan Tuvera: 85 Years of a life

In high school, four decades before I became a senior citizen, I turned to three writers as models of good writing: Kerima Polotan, Gilda...

A basketful of literary food

A long season of drought gripped us and passed by. Before and after the war, local newspapers and magazines carried literary sections, although sometimes...

Paz Marquez-Benitez: Between literature and history

Philippine history boiled, bubbled, and spewed trouble in the years that marked the birth and growing up years of Paz Marquez-Benitez. The future short story...

The Multi-universe of Gilda Cordero Fernando

In A Memoir Published In The Coffee-Table Book The Philippines: Spirit of Place (Department of Tourism, 1994), Gilda Cordero Fernando—short story writer, essayist, publisher, theater producer, collector of antiques (“with me you don’t say what’s new but what’s old”), visual artist with her own distinctive style, New Age guru and I don’t know what else—traced her roots to Pagsanjan, Laguna.

Graphic alum and noted writer Pablo Tariman is honorary citizen of Iloilo City

Iloilo City Mayor Jerry P. Treñas conferred honorary citizenship to writer-journalist, poet, and impresario Pablo Arcilla Tariman in recognition of his artistic excellence and contribution to Iloilo’s Arts and Culture. An honorary citizenship is a status bestowed on a foreign or native individual deemed...

BATHALA NG PAGGAWA

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 mang sairin ko, ay dukha rin ako’t dukha. Ako’y hindi naman tamad, ako’y hindi na mulala,ang lahat ng gawain ko’y...

Ode to Lope K. Santos: writer, poet, labor organizer, and father of Filipino grammar

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...

As Long as the Grass Shall Grow

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.

The Fall and Rise of Carlos Bulosan

The life story of Carlos Bulosan—poet, short story writer, novelist and labor union organizer—reads like an epic bestseller

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