Poetry by Francis Kyle Madas | February 23, 2026
kahit nagasipsip na ng dugo ang semento
kasi gihampak ng ex ko ng payatot na dos por dos
ang tangkugo ng bago kong nobyo
na nagaupo at nagalaro lang ng ml habang nagasipsip
ng mango shake dito sa night market
ng bulad festival ng calumpang na nagakulintas
sa liog ng barangay hall at gym,
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Poetry by Kris Kristofferson Halog | February 23, 2026
The mayor says the river is clean.
He says this while bottled water
waits on his table like a witness
trained not to testify.
Nonfiction by Carlou Barroca Espedillon | February 23, 2026
Adobong puti is probably one of those dishes that is closest to my definition of “comfort food.” Cliché as it is, I always mimic the infamous Anton Ego spoon-drop whenever I eat this dish.
Preparing adobong puti is the easiest way to cook meat. You can screw up frying meat, but there is no way you can mess up adobong puti. All you have to do is put the meat in a pot or pan. It can be any meat, but I personally prefer liempo, or any pork cut with a good balance of meat and fat, together with the spices, vinegar, and salt.
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Poetry by Andrea Lim | February 16, 2026
I love you enough
to close my eyes while you drive
I may be the first one to remind you to fix yours on the road.
Poetry by Andrea Lim | February 16, 2026
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
— Albert Camus
From your carved corner, from your side of the crossroads
You asked me to take a look: love, it’s snowing here right now
And in the hurriedness of your work at hand, you sent without an edit:
have you seen now before?
Fiction by Kennard Francis A. Sedo | February 16, 2026
Nal stood frozen before a chronopod.
It had been 200,000 years since the last discovery of a human relic. Prized artifacts treasured more than an entire planet of gold and anetel. Entire wars had been fought and waged over the possession of such relics.
Poetry by Raymond Ybañez | February 9, 2026
Just this morning I found myself
fixing my umbrella. It rained
last night. I thought of how some things break
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Poetry by Justine Paul Paraz | February 9, 2026
Wind very strong.
Sea speak to me.
This water
is my father water
is my grandfather water
is my ancestor water.
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