I know what it’s like to struggle as a writer. I’ve been there—typing away in a tiny shack, running on…
“Soon I shall say adieu to this peaceful place… So glad to witness enough full Moon risings to fill my…
Once a migrant, always a migrant. This has been proven by many overseas Filipino workers who spend decades working overseas.…
The closer we get to our dreams, the farther we drift from home. Minsan na lang tayo nakakauwi, and when…
Nakatayo si Marco sa harap ng kanilang lumang bahay. Pinagmamasdan niya ang pook na minsang naging sentro ng kanyang mundo.…
“Hazel, hali ka na. Kailangan na nating umalis.” Hindi ko siya nilingon kaagad. Nanatili lang akong nakaupo sa sulok ng…
Nanginginig ang mga kamay ni Joven habang nakapatong sa keybord ng kompyuter, ilang linggo niyang iniiwasan ang sandaling ito, mabigat…
The morning sun peered through the cracks of our home in Kalawit, casting golden lines on the floor where my…
“Pangarap ko po maging sikat na mang-aawit,” ito ang madalas na sagot ni Leon sa tuwing tinatanong siya ng kanyang…
Fourteen steps. That’s all that’s left before I reach my home. We pause, and we face each other. I try…