Written by: Jordan Aspiras I sit here. and I dig. searching for roots that are nowhere to be found. then I hear it, "baby, you are a...

Written by: Dyllan Tierra Mykel Mamasig I rarely sit underneath the old chico tree standing front and center in the middle of the yard....

An Epic Poem Written by Ethan Gonzales “Rule number 1, never go out in the sun. For it will burn you like it did to me. It will scorch...

by Camilla Catignas Nobody told me that adulthood would be like walking into a forest alone. I am in my twenties and in no way do I feel...

As a baby my Nose lacked a defined Bridge. My family Clucked, “such a shame, hope It grows, so she’ll stay Pretty.” “My nose like Mommy!”...

emphasis goes on second syllable that is the difference between them and us pinch bridge of noses papaya soap scrub long hair and light...

Written by: Jinji Sayson The ever changing shape of water one day, a placid lake the next a thrashing tsunami is teaching me to hone the...

I. magkaribal ● rival as a child, I knew that my skin defined me. often covered up and lathered in sunblock, trying to protect that paper...

Written by: Vanessa Taningco Pilipinas. Thousands of islands separated by the sea. I yearn for the smell, the taste and the sights. An...