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“Evelyn, hurry up!” Dave called down from above. She didn’t respond. Instead, she buried the lower part of her face deeper into her drawn-up collar. Now so close to the summit, the air was even colder, and it hurt to breathe. Why was Dave in so much hurry, she thought, glancing at her watch. Too…
Huli na pala iyon, Ang iyong ngiti matapos mong lumingon Ang iyong tinig na dahilan ng aking pagbangon Ang iyong pag-uwi pagkatapos ng nakakapagod na maghapon
Every day after that felt like a mission: a mission to not die; to not leave you alone because I want to be there as witness when you finally figure out reality.
may mga pagkakataong sa pagkaka-upo nang matagal at sa pagtuon lamang sa hininga nagaganap ang kung anong paglalakbay patungo sa ilusyon ng sarili at makararating o makababalik sa kaisahan ng lahat-lahat/ mula sa mga kabundukan kung saan nakatindig ang nagtataasang mga punò at ang mga daho’y lumalatag sa taimtim na panalangin ng mga dagat at…
This collection of poetry is an ode to the human body while lying down. There are poems inspired or despaired by the sight of it, with or without life. Others are perceptions and imaginations uttered in the first person while assuming this particular position – voluntarily or otherwise. It is about the body lying down…
SIMULA: LUMANG BAHAY Hinayon ng tingin ni Dennis ang lumang bahay sa kanyang harapan. Malinaw pa sa isip niya ang masasayang alaala doon ng kanyang kabataan. Ang paglalaro nilang magkakapatid; ang masasayang hapunan; at ang hindi malilimutang pagsasalo tuwing Pasko at Bagong Taon. Subalit… Wala nang bakas ng kasiyahan ang bahay ngayon. Wala na ring…
Dimple Gumapon-Lua (D.G.L.) a psychiatrist and educator who has been writing and journaling as a form of self-care since her adolescence. With a background in mental health and a deep-rooted passion for understanding the human experience, Dimple weaves prose and poetry that resonate with themes of love, heartbreak, and self-discovery. This zine, a collection of…
i’m stuck in a loop again, the one i don’t really adore. i didn’t want to be here then, and still now, but much than before.
Kahit pa ako’y laging napapagalitan Di ba sila natutuwa sa aming munting paligsahan? Kotseng pula, asul, minsan may kulay ginto at pilak Sana sa pagmamaneho nila’y meron din silang galak
mangyaring sabayan natin ang mga naglalarong katawan sa kalawakan ngayong gabi.
How often do you sabotage your own progress, your own healing just because you see someone ahead of you? How often do you give yourself proper credit, for all the things you’ve taken care of, for at least making this far? When will you embrace your own true self, your spontaneity, your capabilities? Be extra…
Step into the surreal world of Elena and Other Stories, a collection that weaves together the magical, the mythic, and the modern. Sarile-Alagao explores the collision of the mundane and the mystical, from a mysterious woman who may or may not have existed, to anting-antings that deconstruct the world, to writing tips that may or…
Noong wala pang santol, may magkaibigang Wari’y magkapatid ang turingan, ngunit isa’y may lihim: kanyang kaibigan ay kanyang iniibig. Naglakad sila minsan sa isang kakahuyan. Naligaw sila’t napagod, at pinagmasdan ang nakapaligid na mga puno. Si Edelio P. De los Santos, madalas magpakilalang Edsa, ay kasalukuyang manggagawa sa BPO industry. Admin at manunulat siya sa…
The Sun Rises is a collection of poems, artwork, and essays on mental health and recovery set on a backdrop of landscape photography. It hopes to inspire people to take the first step into seeking help and remind them that no matter how isolated they feel, they are not alone on their journey.
With the brewing storm, Take shelter in the strong embrace of your mother, Tell her you love her before it’s too late, Never put the blame on yourself for my passing, It was my time and I’ll forever be grateful for the little corners, Where I spent my days with you.
…then, the Tigers roaring inside the forest of her mind could at least be tamed
I live for our neutral days, ones that sound like white noise and with you, having nothing to say.
Her lungs caught the May wind, the day when innocence died.
The zine is a collection of arts and poems that was created based on the author’s past lives which she was able to access due to a form of hypnosis called Past Life Regression. The photos included were photos the author took when she was traveling and even during special events in her hometown. The…
Orion con Stella is a collection of narrative poetries that tells the story of these lonesome stars as they wander over time and space through their own kind of gravity; wondering what lies in the core of this wide universe? Is there really a space from distant galaxies?
The content of this compilation is all inspired by The Juans, to which Aira Mae Falcesco is an avid fan of. Follow Aira where she posts her prose, poetry and random thoughts: @_eyytin.
Ika’y Buwan Ako’y Araw Sila’y Bituin Sa ating Kalawakan Si Crisanta Nasayao, ay nagtapos ng Komunikasyong Pang-Madla sa Universidad de Manila. Nakakuha rin siya ng ilang units sa Masteral ng Malikhaing Pagsulat sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas Diliman. Nakatuon ang lente ng kanyang pag-aaral sa mga Kuwentong Pambata at patuloy na binubuo ang saliksik para sa…
a home, taking in forms of places, of persons, of pets, of passions i hope we found a space, so safe we can freely call ourselves us
Matatawa ka, malulungkot, mapapaisip, kikirot ang puso’t liligayang muli sa mga tula sa Sa Pagkain Sana. Kaya naghahanap ka man ng isang buong komida para sa kaluluwa, o saktong makukukot lang para sa nababagot na isip, dumulog kayo sa hapag ng mga inihain nina Sam at Edsa, at sigurado akong aalis kayong busog, at baka…
We stared endlessly at the mirror, mystified and in a haze, unraveling the mystery behind the sudden cascading of emotions and thoughts. We scrutinized our reflection and minutes later, everything turned into normal. Again, it doesn’t last and tomorrow it will surely be forgotten how it ran through our veins. This is reminiscent of those…
if this is where we carry our walls—let’s paint it over. write me a letter, soft & morrow- ridden to a tampered youthful of cold ahead
If only I could turn back the hands of time I will be brave enough to conquer my fears
Is It Over Now is a zine for those who feel a profound emptiness after a euphoric experience ends abruptly. It delves into the hearts that have been both mended and broken, capturing the collective, solemn sadness that lingers in the aftermath. This exploration reflects on the memories and questions that arise: Was the relationship…
OrnitholoZINE: A Journey to Philippine Avian Treasures Volume I, is an advocacy-driven zine that promotes and highlights the beauty and charisma, as well as the protection and conservation of the 16 Philippine Endemic and Native bird species. The zine is divided into 4 major sections, namely: A. Feathery Illustrations- The section where the author showcases…
Ito ay isang paalala na hindi krimen ang pagpili sa sarili. . . ako naman muna. Chrizylle Joy Barangan, or known as Ceejay Barangan, is an executive assistant by day and a writer by night. She is a proud Filipino residing in the Queen City of the South. She is a dedicated fan of…
The thoughts overwhelm me – and guilt and fault and self-blame with it. These intrusive thoughts spiraled, making me still. But I made a choice and pushed forward. Intrusive Thoughts. Intrusive thoughts are student thoughts that arrive without warning. Anytime. Anywhere. It would spiral in your mind, and repeat such thoughts over and over again….
The same non-moving entities started looking back because of me, the paper formed into effigies— molded and sculptured so delicately Saw teardrops that came from last year heard voice messages I wished I didn’t hear got flashbacks within the black gears so translucent through glass that’s unclear Dedicated like an enslaved public figure forced to…
Naranasan mo na ba magpakalasing? Malamang sa hindi minsan sa buhay mo may moment ka kung saan ninais mong lunurin na lamang ang sarili mo sa alak upang magpakalasing. Gusto mong lunurin ang sarili mo sa pagbabakasakaling kasamang malulunod nito ang mga sakit na nararamdaman mo. Gusto mong makalimot kahit sandali. O, minsan, gusto mo…
“I am a relic of plastic toys, and porcelain trinkets, of late lunches, and many crises. Under soft blades of grass, the earth’s rind cake my fingertips. And all at once, The weight of growth is bearable as a thousand sinking ships” – an excerpt from the poem ‘Turning Twenty’ Pat Marquez, now in…
Aaminin ko na sa 30 years ko dito sa mundo, mas marami talaga akong sinabi kaysa ginawa. Hindi lahat ng nasabi ko ay maganda, hindi lahat ng nagawa ko ay maganda. May mga nasabi akong sumugat sa maraming tao, at may mga ginawa akong nakasakit sa maraming tao. Tingin ko hindi wika, hindi istruktura, at…
Minsang sumagi sa isip ng babaeng ito, Na tumigil na lamang o kaya’y huminto. Kinakapos na ng hininga sa pagal, Lumiliit ang oras, kumikipot ang paraan at bumabagal. Marfel A. Culaton is a Certified Author at National Book Development Board, an ICD 10 coder and office staff in a private hospital. She wrote the booklet…
Fighting to be released, our skeletons crawl
For now, let me just recall it all, Let me hurt myself with every fall, Someday, I’ll heal and learn to let go, With these things in mind, I’ll sure grow
Sa hinaba-haba ng paghihintay at paghahanap, nandito pa rin ako— pilit hinahagilap ang daan pauwi sa sarili.
Isang siglo mang hindi magpakita ang araw, sa mukha ng mga mahal, ito ay matatanaw.
Sun’s light and blaze, the moon is made soulful.
It is in the art of missing you that I am privileged with your every memory
Wala na ang rubdob ng mga salita, wala na ang halaga ng pangungulila, at wala na ring espasyo ang lungkot buhat ng iyong paglaya.
“Hindi pa tayo matanda—lalong hindi na bata. Nandito tayo ngayon sa pagitang mundo ng paglalaro sa kalye at pagbababad sa opisina.”
Quietus is a collection of literary works inspired by Death.
When Coffee hits too late takes you on a frustrating yet reflective journey of sleepless nights. It’s a story of the hours before dawn that carry the endless thought race, sometimes with worries other times with regrets. If you’ve ever wondered why your thoughts won’t let you sleep, you’re not alone. I know you’re exhausted…
This poetry zine is a special collection for children, filled with poems about family, friends, and the everyday magic surrounding young lives. This book is special because it showcases the traditional artwork of my kids and me. It’s not just a book—it’s a celebration of imagination and creativity.
Marinduque is in the Heart is an intimate and deeply personal narrative that stitches together fragments of memory, culture, and survival from an island shaped by both beauty and devastation. It is a collection of poems, stories, vignettes, and photographs that speak of survival, love, and the stories that bind us to home.
Ang zine na ito ay naglalaman ng mga ideya na bigla na lamang humulagpos sa aking isipan nang hindi inaasahan. At kaysa masayang at makalampas pa, minabuti ko na lamang na ito ay malayang kumawala sa aking isipan at bigyan ng buhay sa anyong pasulat. Ang Pau-Thoughts ay pinagsama-samang ideya, binubuo ito ng Morning Thoughts,…
When you watch the sunset, what colors do you see? How does it make you feel? What emotions does it trigger? Does the sunset make you sad? Or does it make the sadness go away? Sunset is more than a shade of orange. It is an explosion of colors depicting the beauty and marvels of…
Bookish Shenanigans is a whimsical zine that dives into the hilariously chaotic world of writing and literature! This compilation is perfect for bibliophiles, aspiring authors, and anyone who has ever found themselves tangled in the absurdity of words. Inside, you’ll find a delightful mix of humor, creativity, and bilingual charm that reflects the joys and…
Multicultural. Green. Resilient. Those are the words that best describe Singapore’s identity. Whether you’re a foodie, a thrill-seeker, or a curious traveler, Singapore has much to offer. From their mouth-watering street foods, nature parks, wildlife, and the sleek skyscrapers of the financial district, you will be fascinated with Lion City’s gems. Come, explore, and discover…
The Art in Words is a collection of words expressed through various styles, colors, shapes, and other forms of visual imagery to give readers the effect of bringing art into words. It is divided into seven parts: Love, Optimism, Growth, Melancholy, Happiness, Humility, and Wisdom. The reflections, short essays, poems, story, random thoughts, and unsaid…
Here is a heart Worn out and exhausted and almost rotten By the non-stop assault of your memories – But yes. 4 feet and 11 inches, Goddess This is all that is left that I possess, And I offered all these to you. Wayne Angelo Castillo currently works at the Cultural Center of the Philippines….
Sa bawat pagtahak ng mga paa, naroon ang lubak na daang nilalakaran. Kung saan maraming pasakit at dusa. Kawalan ng pag-asa na maaaring hindi makita. Si Rojo Boy Gamino, dalawampu’t siyam taong gulang, nangangarap siyang maging matagumpay sa larangan ng pagsusulat. Kaya’t patuloy siyang kumakatha upang malinng ang kanyang kakayahan at makapagbahagi na rin siya…
‘Breathe in, hold, exhale, hold, and repeat’ they say, but as soon as I stop thinking all’s okay, it comes speeding like a car in full throttle. So I started naming five things I could see, hear, and touch at the moment. For instance: I can see my hands, my phone, the fan, a new…
Taympers! Magpapahinga na muna ako, Nakakapagod kasing maghabol sa taong hindi na ako ang gusto, Mag iisip muna ako sa tabi ng aking mga unang naging sandalan ko, tama na siguro, ayoko na, tama na ang laro. == I am Sophia Marie M. Budaño also known as Teacups. I am 18 years old from the…
Tahimik na nagmamasid si Adir sa madilim na bahagi ng kagubatan. Hudyat ng kaniyang luha’y pinipigilan ng sampung beses. Liham, sa kaniyang kanang kamay, punit at sunog. Walang nginig sa kaniyang katawan kahit malamig ang dala ng hangin sa gabi. Hindi siya nakaupo, ngunit hindi rin siya nakatayo. Adir, mula sa kaniyang kinaroroonan, naghihinagpis ang…
drawing a deep breathe, you let it all out. a faint sound echoed in the caves of your ears, turning itself into a ringing. 31 Sighs of January accounts a poetic introspection of what it’s like to be a flawed and complex human being. It dips into the stream of the author’s consciousness— but through…
My headphones are a perfect fit as always. Robin Angelo Yankin is a writer from Iloilo City, Iloilo, Philippines. He once wrote for his high school alma mater’s student publication before writing fiction at 17 and counting. His work appears in Busay, Sinuman Magazine, Likhaan, and UPV Kamaragtas Newsletter, among others. He has been a fellow at the UP…
Ever wonder what’s inside a literary mind at any given day? Then don’t be shy and take a peek inside this intimate collection of freestanding and episodic thoughts during this time of year. Complemented by alternating touches of poetry and prose, any lucky reader will be led by the hand in the direction the written…
When Faith becomes more than just a vague metaphor, When Belief turnsinto both a weapon and a shield, When the mind unlocks itself With the heart assisting it, Sunflowers talk, Rainbows run, Transmutation has begun!
Isa, dalawa, tatlo, Nahulog na ang loob sa iyo, Apat, lima, anim Ibinulalas na ang matagal kinikimkim Pito, walo, siyam Iba pala ang iyong inaasam Sa pagbilang ng sampo Bakit ‘di tayo ang Pinagtagpo?
“Requirements” is a 31-piece collection of prose and poetries written by Xy Aldrae Murillo with recurring ideas of complying with the “requirements” of life along with growth and maturity. Written in January with themes of recalling the past year, its mistakes and breakthroughs, and hopes that this year will start better starting this January, each…
Dalawampu’t apat na oras nang hindi nagpaparamdam, nililibang na lang ang sarili sa kawalan. Susundan ulit ng isa pang araw ng paglalayag— ng isa pa at ng isa pa ulit.
Inner thoughts expressed by the ink A thousand silent words flow without a wink
Mga bulong na naging maingay sa isip Mga sigaw ay nagiging banayad na himig Iba-iba, sa bawat isa, idinudulot ng mga salita- narinig man o nabasa Marapatin lamang na timbangin nang sa ganoo’y mabawasan ang may kalupitan na santinakpan
Gather around everyone. The night is long, but the stories passed around the campfire will give us comfort until the day breaks again. Joshene Bersales is a writer, editor and translator. She loves tea, theater and traveling. Say hi to her on Instagram @joshenebersales.
Ang Nangungulilang Hardin Ang hangin ang naging mata at saksi sa maghapong paghinga ng hardin. Hindi man ito naririnig ng mga tao, mahalaga pa ring maglaan ng panahon sa pagmasdan sa kagandahan nito upang lumalim ang pagpapahalaga sa pagsibol nito. Mababasa sa tig-iisandaang mga salita ng pagmumuni, at mga tula ang kakaibang galaw ng kapaligiran. Ipinaparamdam…
Kung muli mang magtagpo ang ating mga landas, Asahan mong liliko na ako kahit mabagal, Hindi na tatambayan ang lugar na ating tagpuan, Na naging saksi ng ating pagmamahalan.
Lahat ng iyong pagsusumikap. Para sa pag-abot ng pangarap. Sa bawat pagsasakripisyo, Sa buhay ay may dulot na pagbabago. Sikapin mong maging masaya, Huwag daanin sa malakas na pagtawa. Ang katotohanan ay nakikita sayong mga mata. Hayaan mong sakit ay kumawala.
If there was one thing that I learned about the past year, it was a line from Shakespeare’s play, “The Merchant of Venice,” All that glitters is not gold. Sometimes, it’s the moon and the stars sparkling in the darkest of night, Sometimes, it’s the sun peeking through the window cracks, blessing our days so…
Nostalgic it may seem, but I miss how to dream — dreams that aren’t chased and pursued but those imagined and has meanings. Cristy Arquilos is a 21-year-old girl, drowned with piles of books and literature. She likes to play with words in her notes, kept into her archives, and even securely hides it inside…
Isangdaan. Puwede pala ‘yon, ano? Sa Reader’s Digest ako unang nakabasa ng dagling may isandaang salita lang. Sa pagkaaliw sa konsepto ay nagpasa pa nga ako sa pagbabakasakaling makita ang pangalan ko sa kanilang magasin. Syempre talo, pero ayos lang. Nagsilbing praktis ‘yon para mabuo ang koleksyon ko ngayon. Laman ng manipis na librong ‘to…
Gng. Llantada: Magaling po si Khiffrein. Kaya lang sobrang daldal niya sa klase. Konting usap pa. Kinuha ang card at nagpaalam na ko sa guro niya. Sabi ko kay Khiff sa bahay na kami magtutuos at mag-uusap. Pagdating sa bahay… Me: Kada meeting nalang, yan ang laging reklamo ng teacher mo. Ang daldal mo sa klase. Hindi…
There isn’t anything beautiful about the damage you’ve caused…
“Her courage likes to chase a challenger, especially the one that has the timer.”
Malapit nang kumagat ang dilim- at muli na naman itong maghahasik ng lagim Balot ng takot Nagtatago sa malamig na kumot At hinayaan ang sarili mamaluktot.
Soon, we won’t be broken, Soon, we won’t be sad. We will forever be hopeful, We won’t forever be scarred.
Like two magnets, like two orbs like two connecting souls. Our lives, from the beginning of this dark and depressing world, are intertwined My dear, come closer You’re mine; I’m yours.
For the last time, I’ll tell you that my man killed me. He never loved me from the start. I DID NOT KILL MY WIFE. I just love her so much.
I am lost and stuck in a cycle My mind is a windless sea, and the boat in the middle cannot move
Staring outside the window Our song played on the radio The night, the heavens cried Like there’s no tommorow
you’re the saddest ghost i’ve ever seen. why did you dress up if you’re not gonna scare people?” he asked. i tried to smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “i’m not wearing a costume. i’m just…me. ordinary kids like me are treated like ghosts. we are invisible.
Tuwing babalutan na ng dilim ang lungsod at magsisimula nang kumislap ang mga bituin sa lupa: binabagalan ko ang paglakad, sumasakay sa last trip ng jeepney, at nagdarasal na sana’y mala-pagong ang usad ng trapiko at ng oras.
Pasan ko ang mundo habang binabagtas ang palaisipang kapalaran.
Lumangoy nang lumangoy hanggang sa nalunod, noon ako biglang nagising at naging matamlay ang uod. Sabi ko na lamang, iyon ay isang bangungot. Bangungot na gusto kong lantakan at sana’y payagan akong magbalot.
Sa marahang Pag-idlip ng Araw, Aking damdamin ay sumisigaw, Masilayan ang iyong balintataw. Manatili sa gabing sumasayaw.
makapagsalita man ang mga luha, hindi ko hahayaang mangusap ito sa iyo. Hindi nararapat na malaman mo ang pagsuyo ng aking puso. manigas ka.
