kids were seating at the back side of the jeepney
Continue reading “i witnessed a burglary yesterday.”
dirty feet hanging,
snot running down their noses,
grease all over their bodies,
then the man beside me says,
“these kids will be thieves one day.”
and i look at these
little mud-eyed ones
filled with silent anger
Sa isang dako ng kasaysayan
Continue reading “Himagsikan”
Lipon ng mga mandirigmang kababaihan
Para sa kalayaan ng bayan
Ngunit magigiting na kababaihan
Na sa Pugad Lawin ay nagpakita ng katapangan
Tila ba ngayo’y nakalimutan
Na ng malayang kasalukuyan
i. do everything they want you to. wear clothes that are not too short or not too long. wear shoes that make you look smaller. do not, and i repeat, do not have piercings and tattoos—they look dirty on you. after all, you do not own your body.
Continue reading “a small guide on how to be a good girl”
There comes a time like this
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where the silence is neither
deafening nor dead
the balance is at its brim
I am at one with who I ever was and who I will be
I am alone
with all the other versions of me.
I cried a river when I came home
Continue reading “Doctor Strange”
Our land was diagnosed with broken bones.
As if a stampede occurred, ran down by centaurs,
Weeping were the clouds, disappointed ancestors.
In this new podcast, Masbate natives Claire Alvarez, Zecah Jade Salvador Malvarosa, and Mary Cris D. Rosero discuss talking in Minasbate, their mother tongue, while in Legazpi City, where they’re getting their undergraduate education in Bicol University.
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In this podcast, Camille Castuera and Kyla Jovellana let their parents—Arthur Eric Castuera and Disaster Risk Reduction and Management Coordinator Jonas Jovellana—recound their experience during a calamity in Legazpi City and Guinobatan, Albay.
Continue reading “Kalamidad [Podcast]”
I sat in front of my computer,
browsing social media and watching random internet videos, a habit I developed
as I aged. Then I got stuck on a picture that was taken way back in my
childhood, high school days to be exact. It gave me a smile as I looked back at
the time where I got the taste of the real world. It filled me with nostalgic
delight, the next hour spent staring at the ceiling while reminiscing. Then it
hit me, I wanted to write you a letter. So I grabbed my phone and started
Continue reading “A Bond As Strong As Blood”
Being a Pokémon and animé fan, I think it will look interesting to put those two together. Here are my drawings of Nidoran, Squirtle, and Nidoqueen.
Continue reading “Reimagining Pokémon As Humans”