Poetry by Brenndon Garino | March 29, 2009
Bliss
is when you talk to somebody
and you get it right
the moment the first words were uttered.
Bliss
is like walking on words
like petals as soft as the roses.
Bliss
is like looking at the mirror
and seeing a face
entirely different from yours
but speaking the same language
treading with the coolness
of a thawing spring,
that gushes,
strong
with a force of a hundred waves
pouring from the deep recesses of the ocean.
Events by Angely Chi | March 22, 2009
Following the success of our Poetry Nights comes LitOrgy, an evening of music, poetry, and visual art. LitOrgy incorporates these disparate forms into a fusion of collaborative performances from the young artists of Davao City.
LitOrgy happens on Saturday, March 28, from 8:00PM to 10:00PM at the Durian Bar, Madrazo Compound. There will be an entrance fee of P50.
If you are interested in joining LitOrgy, please post your name in the comments section below, or sign up at the Facebook event page.
Fiction by Joy Rodriguez | March 22, 2009
My mother told me how lucky I was to be Raul’s wife. Unlike her, I had chosen to marry my husband. “During our time, our parents decided whom we should marry,” she told me.”Teyi bagi kan, you are not a dwey and there is no sign of looking for a second wife in your husband’s face either.” This would always crop up in our conversations about her and my father. Although she never admitted it, she envied my freedom.
Yes, my mother was right. Even Maria, my high school friend, praised me every time I passed by her fish stall at the market. “You look younger every time I see you, Bea,” she said, waving her hands and inviting me to come closer. “Your husband really loves flesh. Ah, uhm, fresh! I mean, like these fresh tilapias, fresh tomatoes. But you look fresher than them. Don’t you?” And then she laughed in the way that irritated me. “Well, who would love to eat rotten food after all?” I answered, shooing away the flies that might ruin her fresh display.
Poetry by Mark Darryl Caniban | March 22, 2009
Dalha ko sa imong payag
Ipakita sa ako ang mga buak mong kolon
Ang mga kutsara’g lapis nga nagpasad sa abuhan.
Ang bag mong dugta kagabii sa uwan,
Ug ang mga libro mong giilo ni Tatay.
Dalha ko sa imong payag
Ug ipakita ang mga supot nga wa’y sud
Ang mga abo ning sug-angan, una gakayo
Mulupad sa iyang kapuwa
Dayon malumos ngadto sa hangin.
Poetry by Erick Cezar Elipian | March 22, 2009
Kung lulukuban ka,
Ng libu-libong demonyo na dala ay pamuksa,
Huwag kang pasasakop, lumaban ka.
Kahit pa man hawak na nila ang ulo mo’t paa,
Huwag mo sanang ipasaklaw pati ang iyong kaluluwa.
At kung inaakala mong talo ka na,
Mag-isip kang mabuti bago magpasya.
Pagkat kapalit niyon ay ang iyong katapusan.
Baka pagsisihan mo ang iyong kahihinatnan.
Events by Bernard Julian Patiño | March 16, 2009
Nonfiction by Thelma Carballo | March 15, 2009
I cannot recall how our cow was called “Red”. Maybe it was because of his color. Red was really a bull, but I prefer to call him a “cow”. At the time Red was acquired I was still an infant. My vague memory of Red was at three, close to the concluding years of World War II.
There were trees and bushes around the clearing in the forest of Cotabato. The sun was bright and warm. Red was lying down on the grass under the shade of a tree. He had horns (like a Texas longhorn) so he must have been a bull, but I prefer to remember him as a cow. My older sister Norma, was standing on his head, holding on to a tree branch, while she picked fruits. A dog napped near the cow’s belly.
Fiction by Taloy Dumdum | March 15, 2009
Alas nuebe na nang gabi nun. Bigla akong hinila ng magaling kong kaklase dun sa may rebulto na tila sinasamba ng lahat na mga estudyante. Nagtipon-tipon sila, tayo. Imbes na iparada ang mga parol para sa selebrasyon ng kapaskuhan, hayun ang lahat, may dala-dalang plakard. May itim na may puting tinta, at puti na may tintang itim at pula. May nagsasalita sa gitna. Daan-daang mag-aaral ang nandun pero walang mikropono. Tahimik ang lahat. Nakikinig. Nakikiisa. Buo ang atensyong ibinibigay sa sinumang nagsasalita.
