“Miah, it’s Cold Outside” (Apologies to Frank Loesser) Snow hadn’t quite settled yet, but it threatened to. Outside the tall windows of Albe...

"Every Brew"  (Or: "Bantayan Blue") It was a revision of the poem originally entitled “Of Colours That Linger over Coffe...

Rise for Rights: Breaking the Chains of State Terror  A message for International Human Rights Day  By Kat Ulrike  Today, the world marks In...

Again, Over Coffee, Under Night "The Etiquette of Burning Quietly" Inspire me still—let my heart burn again with your fire; Even e...

Embers in the Quiet Hours "Frost at Dusk, Words Unsaid" To speak plainly now— disappointment settles in like evening frost. Your ...

No Applause for a Stolen Century  (Or: "How Del Monte Made Exploitation Appears Benevolent")  by Salvador Del Monte  One must refu...

Why ‘Gat’ Still Commands Respect:  Reclaiming the Honorific for the Heroes of the Philippines  In recent weeks, a curious debate has resur...