Padugo

Fiction by | January 5, 2014

“Legends say that blood lures gold and for a gold mine to be full of gold, it needs blood. But a goat’s blood is not enough,” said the fifty-eight year-old Mang Berto as he shared his story to his fellow small-scale miners during siesta as they rested in a nipa hut near the Matiao River. “The mine needs blood that is pure and innocent.” Mang Berto said coldly to everyone in the hut.

Mang Berto and his family lived in Matiao, a province where the primary source of profit for most people was mining. In his early thirties, he’d worked in a large-scale mining company called King Midas Mining Corp in the Gumayan province. The boss of the company, who the employees called Supremo, believed in a legend that a sacrificial ritual that involves offering of blood every last day of the month inside a mine would lure out the elusive gold nuggets. During his stay in Gumayan, Mang Berto worked as a hired kidnapper and the one who executed the ritual along with other hired kidnappers. His job brought instant money and soon enabled him to buy a small house. However, until one incident changed the course of his life.

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Last Hour

Poetry by | January 5, 2014

Remember when dusk glow danced
Laying a final warmth upon polished floors
Of a forgotten place we claimed under our sigil
Hidden among groves of fertile promises
Here are our secrets and stories written and sealed
Today I sneaked out of classes and found you there
Waiting with those Moorish eyes
Golden specks lit up your hair, your smile
I was used finding you busy
But beneath crimson and lilac clouds
Your gaze fixed on me
Your embrace didn’t hold back its silence
Hold me close here in the setting sun
Whisper your heart’s cry
Before sparrows sing of tears
Before goodbyes come


Born in General Santos City, Monique is a Second Year student at UP Mindanao. She’s currently studying BS Biology.

Afloat

Poetry by | January 5, 2014

Seated near the life-size poster of a man promulgating a clothing brand
Unfamiliar voices clouded the girl’s mind
She sits there, nonchalantly
Her eyes wandering
Observing people’s crooked smiles and arched eyebrows
Her senses falter, she loses track of time
Books piled up to her nose
Papers scattered in front of her, like stars seen when the sky is clear
She reaches for her phone inside her dusty purple bag.
None. No message from anyone, not even from her sim card’s service line
She places the device on top of the pile of books by her side.
She takes her pen and her little notebook
Scribbles a few lines trudging, pounding inside her head
Eager to be caught in the pen’s charmed ink
Her thoughts, rushing, bumping like wild beasts
Her hands, her pen, cannot keep up with the impossible
Words ran frantically in her fragile domain
And then abruptly she stops, gasps for air, for life
Tears surface from the wells of her heart
She lets go of the pen and covers her face with bare hands
“I’ve had enough remembering for the day.”
She reaches for her pen, not to write a line or two
“Now, back to work.” She whispers to herself
As she picks another test paper to look through

Sums is currently a 3rd year student at Xavier University – Ateneo de Cagayan

Yellow Christmas

Fiction by | December 22, 2013

Rolando Tuka awoke to the familiar morning chill. He was already awake, but he didn’t open his eyes. Lying stiff as a steel bar, he listened to his little siblings’ shuffling feet, the bubbling pot of instant noodles her mother probably stirred, the tapping of the soft rain on their thatch roof, and his favorite, his family’s laughter as they start to gather around the kitchen table which serves as their dining table as well. A typical morning, only today his siblings are singing Christmas carols.

Kasadya ning taknaa. He opened his eyes, sat on the bed, wiped the grit off of them and stared at the poster he had on his small room. Dapit sa kahimayaan. He was a very practical eighteen year-old and he knew that his small frame that spoke so little of his age can only accomplish so much. Mao’y atong makita. That’s why, unlike his other co-workers who begged for the Mitsubishi or Ford cars posters a convenience store at the next town discarded, he asked for the other poster that was ignored. Ang panagway nga masanglagon. He was grateful for the Max’s Restaurant’s Chicken-all-you-can poster that was granted to him. Bulahan ug bulahan. That was three months ago and he appreciated the reminder to work extra hard for a little luxury of impracticality on Christmas Eve.

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Paragraphed

Poetry by | December 22, 2013

I am paragraphed.
Downed on dead nostalgia.
Daggers keep sway my song
Of buzzing doves and lions.
Fleets of sunken words
Tread on silent leaves.
Echoed sighs of empty pens
And woes of crumpled sheets.
Unblossom my emotions.
Let the infinite unbleed.
Words have failed me;
Paragraphed, I remain.


Joseph is a 3rd Year BS Biology student at the Ateneo de Davao University.

Things to Do

Poetry by | December 22, 2013

treadmill for thirty minutes
after a five-round brisk
walking at the plaza
prune the duranta
its leaves cover
the window’s horizon
do the laundry
whites first,
coloreds next
pay the electric bill
arrears only
to avoid disconnection
cut cauliflower, broccoli,
carrots and cabbage
for four seasons
iron uniforms
take a rest
dream a dream
these tasks
will disappear
tomorrow


Raul has been a fellow to various writers workshop and won several awards for his fiction and poetry. He writes from Cagayan de Oro.

Ambot Lang

Poetry by | December 8, 2013

Dili ko kasabot,
Walay mahatag nga hinungdan.
Kung uban ko siya nga naa ka,
Kasingksing
hunahuna
di gyud magkasinabot.
Kung ang utok musulti.
Ang kinabuhi ko
Siya na.
Sulod
sa kasingkasing
ug ang kita…
rosas
wala namiyuos.
Apan misiyagit ang dughan,
Ikaw
Ikaw gihapon.
Laraw
Gitinguha
Pasalig
tumanon
bitoon
abuton…
Ngano man ko?
Dautan nga dughan!
Sauna siya,
gihigugma siya
Karon napul-an
Nawad-ag gana
Oh gihigugma ko ba siya?
o gipahimungtan lang?
Kay magpa-ambit kanimo
Sa gugma ngatim-us
Dili…
Dili mabuhat!
Nagdaot nga dughan.
Di kaila ug
gugma.
Unsay buhaton?
Di ko buot
Siya pasakitan
bisan kasingkasing ko
gikumot-kumot
Unsay buhaton?
gipangga niya
ako pag-ayo
labaw sa kinabuhi
Unsay buhaton?
Murag gihigugma taka…
Apan ikaw
Nahigugma ka ba?
Unsay buhaton?
Gihigugma ba gayud taka?
Nakita ba ko nimo?
Di ko naba siya mahal?
Wala nako kabalo.
Kasingkasing…
Hunahuna…
Buang…
Hangal…
Gago…
Ngano?
Ambot lang.
Kinsa?
Ambot lang.
Unsa?
Ambot lang…
Ambot lang…
Ambot lang!!!


Rodulfo is a student at Xavier University Ateneo de Cagayan.

Unta Matarong pa

Poetry by | December 8, 2013

Skandalo na pud?
kanus-a man mo magsawa?
gipuno ug bakak
among kasing-kasing ug panghuna-huna.
abi ba namo ma tul-id ang dalan,
ngano sa kinatungaan ningbaluktot man?
unsa ning kalokohan amigo?
nga wala man unta ta nagyabag-yabag.
ayaw hulata mawad-ag pagsalig
mga tao sa inyo gadapig
kita sa among mga mata,
maling binuhatan, ngano man na?
ipairal unta ang spiritu sa pagbag-o,
kbalo man ko nga naa pay tarong sa inyo.
kumbinseha mi pag-usab sa pagbalik
aron kamo among saligan ug dayegon.


Michael is from Davao City. studying at University of Southeastern Philippines taking up AB Literature.