Slave to Son
The slave is a mere child born into a heritage of chains. He drags his bare feet across the hot ground, scabs on his knees, scratches on his arms. He owns nothing except the dusty tunic hanging like an oversized sack on his famished frame. He is no one. He is no...
Ayos Na, Naayos Pa!
Tapik ng bahagya sa balikat Bitaw ang salitang “ikaw ay sapat!” Hindi aawas, hindi rin kapos Basta’t ikaw ay ikaw– tapos! Hilig sa pagmamahal ng pamilya Na kung sa suporta ay sobra-sobra Isabay pa ang mga kadugong may tiwala Sa aking kakayahang hindi lubos...
Direksyong sa Isang Layunin
By: Julian “Y” Ricafort Panahon ngayon ay iba na mula noon. Mga panahong buo ng sulat at tanong. Tanong na nagsisimula sa paano? At ano? Ultimo ikaw mismo nagtataka kung ano ba talaga ako? Sa mundong isang konsepto lang ang ipinamumukha Mga mali na...
The Princess & the Mud
“You’re so weird!” My classmate blurted at me. Her friend shushed her. “You’re so mean.” The words didn’t stop my classmate from giggling. I stood before them with a plastic smile on my face. Play it cool, I told myself. My steps shuffled away from their snickers and...


