Campsite

Poetry by | January 1, 2024

The sun paints the sky vermillion

like a ball of fire. What a kingdom

of hefty trunks and waters rippling

with every stroke of limbs. To whom

do I owe the pleasure of this escapism,

rank of moisture and earth? Scorched

by mountain heat, bathed in the cold.

What a long haul, this sky-high dream,

this hustling body, the ache within the

flesh breaking my soul in two, from the

morning till midnight. I am resurrected

out of dust and dirt, soft and fresh, like

the beating of a newborn’s heart. I am

free like footsteps on the loose. Like a

lake that can thrive endlessly, overflow,

or replenish. Should I live from now on,

aiming to top greater heights in my life?


Maybelline Bedolido is from Mati City, Davao Oriental. She studies BA English (Creative Writing) at the University of the Philippines Mindanao.

The Wind

Poetry by | November 13, 2023

The wind is rushing
Rocks unaffected by it
Rocks, still as they are


Mathew Miguel Estela Perocho is a 16-year-old Homeschooler from ArtHome Homeschooling Community, Sto. Tomas, Davao  del Norte. He loves to explore different genres of writing.

The Stars

Poetry by | November 13, 2023

Oh what’s that in the darkest of the night that’s
Very small light, how can
I see it when tonight is
As dark as tar,
Oh that my friends, is called a star


Tala Narciso is a 9-year-old homeschooler from ArtHome Homeschooling Community, Sto. Tomas, Davao del Norte. She loves to write short prose and poems.

Cora Nga Taga-Camiguin

Poetry by | November 6, 2023

Gatindog siya, iyang kamot nakapatong sa rehas
Sa lantsa nga gadala sa iyaha tabok sa iladong suba.
Iya’ng aping nitambok na gikan sa tunga’ng kinabuhi
Nagpuyo na bugnaw’ng nasod, nag punit og sinina gikan sa salog
Sa mga puti nga dili galimpyo sa ilang kaugaling’ong balay.

Iyaha maning gipili. Gikuha niya ang oportunidad
Sa kumo puno og chokoleyt, tanan gipadala
Pauli para sa mga tao nga nangala sa baho sa
Balikbayan box. Inani siguro ang simhot sa abroad, ingon sila.
Pabalik siya sa mga lingin nga nawong sa iyang mga igsoon

Nga daghan. Ang mga babae, gipangalan liwat
Sa diyosa: Venus, Divine, ug siya, Corazon.
Ang mga lalaki gitagaan og ngalan’g Merkano gikan
Sa iyang papa nga maestro: Aaron, Harold, Henry.
Ilang mga anak gipaskwela na niya pipila ka tuig,
Di maihap sa iyang duha ka kamot.

Ang uban gahulat pod, nakadupa ang kamot.
Una, para mag amen ug mag sugat,
Pero gahulat diay sa ipagawas nga kwarta
Lab-as pa gikan sa ATM, ug iya’ng bag nga puno
Og sinsilyo para i-biba sa party, gabanda sa
Salog nga pula gikan sa floor wax.

Gatanaw siya sa ilaha gapaningkamot makapunit
Sa bulawanong saad, nagkatawa sa mga batan-on
Ug tigulang mo dive sa ilalom, ang singot gatulo.
Sa ilang pagdumdom, siya ang babae nga permi na’y dala
Para sa ilaha basta nakakompra gikan Kagayan.
Pan, prutas, pahuway.

Siya gihapon na, pero karon ipasayaw na sila
Para makapanihapon, ang lechon nga sinaw
Gahulat sa lamesa didto sa komedor sa ilang
Bagong gi-renovate nga balay. Mi-tugtog ang sonata
Ug papaspas sila’g lihok sa ilang mga lawas
Hantod di na siya kaginhawa sa katawa.

Sa kilid sa lantsa, ginahunahuna niya sila
Kamulo’g tutok sa gindailan, iyang panimalayan naglatag,
Gapahuway. Ang Sagay ug iyang saba nga disco
dapit sa uga’ng dyke, ug ang simbahan nga gihimo
gikan sa gapo. Sa gawas sa Benoni, gahulat iyang
mga igsoon, sulod sa bagong multicab

Para ihatod ang tanan pasalubong pauli sa ilang balay.


Abigail C James is the Director of Creative Development at Nagkahiusang Magsusulat sa Cagayan de Oro (NAGMAC). Her works have appeared in the Carayan Journal, the Bulawan Literary Journal of Northern Mindanao, Tinubdan New Voices from Northern Mindanao: A Literary Anthology, and Dx Machina 4: Literature in the Time of COVID-19, the Likhaan Journal Special Issue. She holds a Master of Arts in English Language from Xavier University – Ateneo de Cagayan where she is currently an instructor at the English Department.

City Cloud

Poetry by | November 6, 2023

Plop, splodge, pump;
Water floods out,
Dark, blue, cold,
The city mutters out,
Man and Child and Woman abound,
All making the trip till sundown;
Walk, Step, Skip;
My sweat pours out.
Bulb, glow, streak;
Refracts the puddles around,
For it is raining,
In Davao’s downtown.


Benjamin Thursday R. Rosaupan is studying AB English at Ateneo de Davao University. He spent almost a decade of his life in Saudi Arabia. He had an interest in English at a very young age, which has continued to his adulthood. He is interested in art, music, and the pursuit of the Eternal Being.

Alang kay Didap

Poetry by | November 6, 2023

Adunay bay tukmang pulong
alang sa kamingaw
ning dughana
nga kita karon
nag-uban pa,
apan sunod adlaw
ikaw mulakaw na

Ug uban sa paglisan mo
handumon ko
ang tanan tang kaagi

Sa kandilaon
mong mga tudlo
nga misudlay sa akong
kulot nga buhok
nga matod mo
paspas ang tubo
kon laki ang mukampa
dala simhot
apan kay ikaw man
maong katunga ra gayud

Sa tingog mong
buntag sayo manampit
sa akong ngalan
takna nga ikaw tabuon
ko og halok sa tuo
mong aping

Sa katawa mong lagtik
nga makatakod
bisan kinsa o bisan kanus-a
inig magvolleyball man,
praktis sa banda,
jam sa kanta ni Moira,
pamainit og sikwate,
plano-plano sa eskwelahan
ug sa atung paingnan

Sa mata mong
puno sa paglaum
sa ngisi mong tahom
sa gininhawa mong lawom
sa akong kiliran samtang
gidamgo mo ang
imung paglisan

Dap, labaw sa kamingaw ko
karon ug sa tanang panahon
giampo kong makita mo
ang tinud-anay nga
kagawasan ug kalipay
niini imung pagbiya

Sa hinaot
bisan asa man kita
dal-on sa kapalaran
niining kalibutana
ug kon itugot
kita magkita pa
sa makausa
tabuon ta ang usa’g usa
sa hugot nga kagus,
matam-is nga ngisi ug halok
sama sa atung
gisaluhan karong taknaa

Sa pagkakaron
hubaron ko
ang tukmang pulong
alang sa kamingaw
nga gibati ko
maskin imung pagbiya
sa wala pa diha.


Loraine Jo calls Talisayan, Misamis Oriental her new home. She finds solace watching fishermen set on their sails along its endless shoreline. She teaches at a public high school in this humble municipality.

How Does One Write

Poetry by | November 6, 2023

for someone
who suddenly died—

when the midsentence
is punctuated

with perpetual ellipses

disguised
in the color of paper

you’ll abandon
with a word that hangs
and longs for a close?

How does one continue
to foretell somebody’s thought

or inkling

from a body that no longer moves—
an unbending shape
stripped off of its narratives
since its eyes have finally closed?


Arvin Ebdalin Narvaza is a poetry writer hailing from Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines. Poetry has always been the compass of his creative journey, guiding him through the vast landscapes of emotions, thoughts, and experiences. With great passion and dedication, he has honed his craft and he strives to share his voice with a wider audience. He published some of his poems at Dagmay, Bisaya Magasin (Manila Bulletin), and Habi Literary Folio. Currently, he is studying for his Ph.D. at Ateneo de Davao University.

Circle Over Another

Poetry by | November 6, 2023

stamped randomly
against the grain
of the wooden table—

each a decade’s worth
of stories summarized
to an hour

of infrequent sipping
and restless hands
that lift and set

the dewing cups
on a slightly newer
place.

Two.

Four.

Five circles.

Outlining where
our stories move.

The next turn
would be yours,
on the sixth

narrative
we punctuate with
silence and stares

as if culling
some things worthwhile
from the hazy past

written on the span
between your eyes.


Arvin Ebdalin Narvaza is a poetry writer hailing from Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines. Poetry has always been the compass of his creative journey, guiding him through the vast landscapes of emotions, thoughts, and experiences. With great passion and dedication, he has honed his craft and he strives to share his voice with a wider audience. He published some of his poems at Dagmay, Bisaya Magasin (Manila Bulletin), and Habi Literary Folio. Currently, he is studying for his Ph.D. at Ateneo de Davao University.