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70th Palanca Awards issues last call for entries

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...

Now off the press

Solidaridad Publishing House releases three of F. Sionil Jose’s latest books completed before the National Artist’s death on Jan. 6 this year. A necrological tribute by the Cultural Center of the Philippines and the National Commission for Culture and the Arts will be...

Prelude to a Gig

San Francisco, back in the day, was everyone’s favorite city, ‘the city that knows how,’ cosmopolitan city by the bay, where one grew up with musicians and artists and writers walking its steep and windy streets in almost every neighborhood. This is a...

Bulul in the Midst of Change

The wind whispered and caressed the land. The night was filled with the symphony of crickets and things. It was music within the dark of the mountain, echoing, bouncing against the rice paddies that looked like the stairs of gods that made their...

Hometown

Here the seashore stores The footprints of strangers And stories about the oceans Like nobody knows until now where the first wave came from And open secrets of ancestors Like the tryst of the sea and the sky But only eyes from far away can see

Eyes

Dusk The sun bleeds as it dies. Magentas, crimsons, lilacs spread across the sky. “A variant of the riddle goes: A pair of yarn balls / that can reach the heavens.” I skewed the metaphor. You say it doesn’t matter. You like the slant...

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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...

The Bullet Wakes from Its Cruel Shell

I dance through air with a deadly grace. Yet mourn the lives I cannot replace. Once a vessel of power, now burdened with guilt, I pierced through...

2 poems

Prelude I’m scared of this masterpiece,                           how I painted it so perfectly with every bit of green and blue, sewed                           to a threshold of fragmented doors— a...

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...