On view recently at the GSIS Museum along Roxas Blvd. in Pasay was the exhibit Poetry as Soliloquy, the 8’x44’ mural by the late painter and poet Maningning Miclat, whose third year anniversary of her ...

Chartreuse-eyed tigers gazed down on me from the wall. She was in the kitchen mixing paint with some of my cigar ash. It was that which I had allowed her to capture. Her life was ship wrecked, upon ...

In the theatre of human experience, where thoughts flicker faster than speech and emotions often remain unspoken, there exists a rare linguistic gem that captures the essence of inner dialogue with ...

One monk’s foibles are another’s motivation for murder in this growling outburst of a poem, told with a rhythm that punches like a fist Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister I Gr-r- r – there go, my heart ...