Tumbang Preso

I hide my skull in my closet. I bolt the door and bid it Quiet! Each night I take it out. Smooth the cracks of its surface: Traces of the fi...

In 2009 I got this job documenting peace conferences that allowed to me to get this room which collected quite a rent in my pocket and a li...

photo by pinoy estacio I could still remember when she was pretty. She would beam me the brightest smile every time I went to her bringing a...

I don’t know who in the world started the idea, but the first time I heard it, it felt like turpentine. Like all ideas that didn’t suit me,...

We write for ourselves, because if we don't we feel less of who we are. Lia Lopez-Chua Some people, maybe in the Philippines, will call...

photo from Generación Y Generación Y is a blogsite run by Yoani Sanchez that won Best Weblog in 2008. Yoani is a Cuban dissenter and she wa...

Pinagbabaliktad ko ang mga bato, pinagtutuwad ang mga flower pots, subalit di ko makita ang susi sa pintuan. Siguro nakalimutan ni Jano. Pu...