warm is not the shade beneath the santol tree / is not the slow...
Literary
Tayong mga Pilipino, bago pa man tumungtong sa Malacañang ang tubong Mindanao, na si...
When I entered the first year of college, I found out that one of...
If you go down the disheveled memory lane of my own childhood, you would...
It rings out: a single word of truth— a solitary shot across plains and...
Your calloused hands will feel rough against your tear stained face. You will breathe...
I held my knees together and pulled them against my body. The growing silence...