Poetry by Nonoy Narciso | April 5, 2015
Tag-init napud
Ang makasugakod
Mao ra ang poste
Gilansag ang mga kable
Nga naghawid sa atong mga atup
o liog sa balay
Dili makalingkawas
Daghan mokuyog
Bisan sa katagning sa init
Nabinat ang wire
Ang uban naloslos na
Hapdos og sakit
Tagbalay napugos mukuyog sa prosesyon
Kay walay katugwayan
Ang panimalay
—
Noy is an artist and an educator.
Poetry by Reil Benedict Obinque | April 5, 2015
(for him, who breaks my heart without knowing it)
i press you–
like a leaf–
between the pages
of the book
i know
i will never
again
open.
—
Reil is a second year BSED-MATH student from Ateneo de Davao, and is ultimately in love with the Fibonacci Sequence.
Fiction by Jude Ortega | April 5, 2015
Continued from Part 1 and Part 2
One morning, Tefu saw the woman retching. As she bent over the sink, he noticed that her belly was unusually big. “Are you pregnant?” Tefu asked her.
“Yes, I am,” the woman said.
Tefu was filled with joy. “So you have stopped taking the pill. You have learned to love me, and you now want to bear my child.”
“What are you talking about? I have not slept with you for months. You have stopped wearing that nasty necklace of yours. You’re not the father of my child.”
Tefu was filled with rage. He raised his hand to hit her. She flinched. Slowly he lowered his hand. He could not bring himself to hurt her, and, it dawned on him, it wasn’t because he loved her. It was because she had never been worthy of his love. He had made a terrible mistake. Everything he had used the talisman for was not worth it.