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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 lifetime (1849-1884), writings by a woman were never heard of.  Born to a family of prominence and wealth in Vigan...

When literature is a rap

Text and photos by Bernard Testa “Ma’ kung saan ka man ngayon, ok lang ako, huwag kang mag-alala, mag-aaral ako. Huwag kang malulungkot dahil hindi ako sumasama sa masasamang barkada, kakanta lang ako… ” Seventeen-year-old Vin Andrei Laxamana Montañez is an underground rapper. A resident of Sitio Lower Lucban, Barangay...

Literary harvest: The 37th National Book Awards

Pomp and circumstance is rarely a thing in local literary circles. Writing is often lonely work, punctuated by bursts of frenetic production and post-production work where looking glamorous and sipping chilled drinks is not part of the process. But even the task of...

A poetics of the literary work

Let me begin with a general perspective on the mind, language, and the literary work, and end on our country’s literature. MIND The human person is the only being on earth that seeks truth in knowledge. Truth-seeking then is our essence or nature as...

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Multi-Awarded Writer Irene Sarmiento Makes History As First Filipino Author At Germany’s White Ravens Festival 

Irene Sarmiento, award-winning writer of children’s book Tabon Girl and young adult novel Stray Cats, is the first author from the Philippines to be invited to this year’s...

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.

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...

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...