Bunok (Ikaduhang Bahin)

Fiction by | December 10, 2017

(Kining sugilanon misakmit og unang ganti sa Carlos Palanca Awards karong tuiga)

“Kahilas ba nimo, uy!” sukmat ni Lukring nga nakabantay.

“Aw, angay lang! Kontra baya tag dula unya… irog didto bi, basig ikaw ang magdalag demal nako,” ni Duday samtang iyang gisiko ang higala.

“Hmph! Demalas sa imong bisong!” subli ni Lukring nga mitindog sa gilingkoran. Unya didto na sad kini magkikir-kikir kang Berning.

Sus, ang animal kalami kulamoson sa nawong, ay! Maypa wa nako pautanga, niya sa kaugalingon. Taudtaod, nangahilom silang upat, nanag-estudyo sa nahabiling mga baraha; kon unsay angay pang gungonan ug angay nang ilabay. Dugay-dugay gyod nga nagpulihay og saksak sila si Sidra, Duday ug Lotlot, hangtod na-hits ra gyod kini niya. Ang sunod nga nakadaog kay si Lotlot, mga tulo lang kadto ka pustada. Nakapamalikas si Sidra sa kalagot kay sayop ang iyang nalabay. Tungod sa kakulba-hinam, wa nila himatikdi ang paspas nga paglabay sa mga gutlo— untop nang alas onse. Si Duday sigeg ampo nga unta moundang na si Berning aron kini mapulihan kay pataka ra nig labay kang Lotlot og baraha.

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Kidapawan City is now accepting entries to the First Salirok Prize

Editor's Note | December 7, 2017

A salirok is a simple drinking fountain devised by the upland tribes. Natural spring water, which flows abundantly on and around Mt. Apo, is made easier to drink by embedding a piece of bamboo into springs.

Like the mountain, brimming abundantly with water, under which the city sprawls, Kidapawan city too is a basin of narratives, rich with the raw stories of its diverse peoples. The capital of North Cotabato has been and continues to be the setting of many struggles, the cradle of many dreams. From conflict between races and faiths to tensions between generations and classes, Kidapawan has many stories to tell.

The Salirok Prize is a short story writing competition funded by the local government of Kidapawan and aimed at making the people of Kidapawan finally harness and process this abundance of material.

The Prize is open to any applicant born in, or who has lived for at least five years in, or whose family is from Kidapawan.

The Prize’s theme will be open, although judges will consider the timeliness of an entry’s subject matter. All entries must be about and/or set in Kidapawan and/or its former constituent towns of Makilala, M’lang, Magpet, Matalam, Arakan, Tulunan, andPresident Roxas.

Short stories may be in any language, but works written in languages other than English, Tagalog, and Cebuano must be accompanied by translations in any of those languages.

Submissions must be at least three thousand words long, but must also not be excessively lengthy. They must be encoded in .doc or .docx file in Times New Roman, with font size 12 and 1.5 spacing.

Submissions are to be made with an attached curriculum vitae containing the author’s recent photo. The author’s name must not appear on the file of the story.

All submissions must be made in soft copy, and must be submitted to the prize’s official email, thesalirokprize@gmail.com. Inquiries about the Prize may also be sent tothe email address, or through the prize’s FB page, Facebook.com/salirokprize.

Deadline for submissions is 1 January, 2018. The first, second, and third prizes will be announced on 12 February, 2018, Kidapawan’s 20th Anniversary as a city.

Fictionist, critic, and amateur historian Karlo Antonio Galay David (winner of the Palanca and the Nick Joaquin Literary Awards)is serving as the inaugural Prize Director. For updates on the list of judges, please like and follow the Prize FB Page.

Bunok (Unang Bahin)

Fiction by | December 3, 2017

(Kining sugilanon misakmit og unang ganti sa Carlos Palanca Awards karong tuiga)

“Another secret of the universe: sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour; could end in lightning and thunder.”— Benjamin Alire Sáenz

GISUGAT sa madag-omong nawong ni Duday ang limbahong bidlisiw sa Adlaw sa sidlakan. Sige siyag pamalikas samtang iyang gipaypayan ang wa madukti nga mga sugnod sa batong sug-angan. Unsaon nga nasalibohan man kini sa kusog nga ulan niadtong milabayng gabii. Bisag gidabdaban na niyag patayng lukay ug karton, unya giyab-ag gas, wala gihapon kini mosiga. Nagluha-luha ang iyang mga mata sa kahapdos sa aso.

“Peste man ning mga kahoya, uy!”

Mibutho gikan sa kuwarto si Beboy, ang iyang kamagwangang anak, nga sigeg panghuy-ab samtang miadto sa panghugasan tupad lang sa ilang abohan.

“Maayong buntag, Nay,” ni Beboy nga mikuhag baso ug nanglimugmog.

“Boy, human nimo dinha, panguhag patayng palwa ug kawayan didto sa silong kay ganina ra kong galagot ining mga pesteng kahoy diri!” ni Duday sa tingog nga nagtangag og kaisog.

Miyango ang bata ug gikuha ang sinakoban nga sundang ubos sa abohan. Unya minaog dayon sa ilang balay. Samtang gapaabot kang Beboy, nakahukom siya nga haonon una ang kaldero. Unya, paggunit niya sa hawiranan, napaslot ang iyang kamot!

“Kolera! Yawa man ning kinabuhia, uy!” ni Duday nga gisawilik ang kamot. Sa kaitok, mikuha siyag sugnod ug gipuspos didto sa ubang mga kahoy. Unya, nagpangagot nga miadto sa binuksang bentana ug didto gipahungaw ang kapungot.

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Performance

Fiction by | November 29, 2017

Things were still not looking up for Judith. She just lost her job at the fish cracker factory earlier today. Your services are no longer required, they said. Well, that wasn’t exactly how they said it, but it sounded that way. And now, her son, Junjun, was nowhere to be found. Did she know where he was? No, she didn’t. But he’s old enough to take care of himself, anyway.

Today, she decided to just screw it and looked for the first thing she craved. Judith hailed a pedicab to the nearest sari- sari store.

The first few notes to Englebert Humperdinck’s “The Last Waltz” played inside her head. This was her ex-husband’s favorite song. That bastard. He used to listen to it all the time. The song rang in her ears until she realized that it was coming from the pedicab’s radio.

Judith bought three sticks of Marlboro reds. She inhaled the cigarette smoke, letting it creep into her lungs. It wasn’t her fault when Junjun’s father left them years ago. It wasn’t her fault that Junjun wasn’t able to attend high school when his father left. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t have a job anymore.

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Saksi

Poetry by | November 12, 2017

Sa pagtikang nako sa ang-ang,
Bitbit ang mga libro
Sa akong tuong kamot
Nakita nako ang duha ka taong nagtingkagol
Ang isa naglingkod, nagdungo
Dapit sa ga kipat- kipat nga suga
Ang isa, mingtukod sa lamesa
Ang mga gasigang mata nga mingtutok
Sa iyang kaatbang.

Tamiaw na ang palibot
Alas onse na ang takna
Naghulat na ang palong-palong nga patyon
Apan kaning balaya saba sa kamingaw.

Misinghag ang lalaki
Singhag nga susama sa taong nasakitan
Midepensa sa mga tumo-tumo sa silingan

Tumo- tumo nga dugay rang gakadunggan
Sa iyang kaatbang
Tumo- tumo nga daghan na ang nakasaksi
Nga ang lalaki gakambyada sa lahing babaye

Mitindog and babaye
Mitalikod sa lalaki
Gikan sa akong pwesto nakita ko
Sa tuong bahin sa iyang mata
Nahulog ang mga kasakit.
Dali- dali niya kining gipahiran
Sa pagtuong buta ang saksi
Milingi ang babaye
Sa akong gitindogan
Naghilak nga mingisi siya og miingon
“Yan nangabit imong papa”


Ianna lives in Puerto in Cagayan de Oro City. She is in her 4th year as BS Education major in Capitol University.

Kuhol

Poetry by | November 12, 2017

wa lang mo kabalo
sa akoang kahimtang
buntag udto hapon

padayon sa pagkamang
ning kalibutan
akong gipas-an
higala palihog
ko sa pagtabang

wa lang mo kabalo
unsa akong mga kasakit
sa akong padahik
ilalum sa kainit
usahay akong kaubanan
maligsan, tamakan
kataw-an ug pasipad-an

wa lang mo kabalo
usa lang akong kalipay
sa akong paghinay-hinay
ning gidala-dala kong balay
bisan asa ko muadto
makanto man o baryo
ning akong kalipay
akong poreber
nga gamay’ng balay

“kuhol man ako
sa inyong paningin
hihinga din ako
katulad nyo rin”
daghan diay mi
dinhia sa daplin-daplin
naningkamot, nanginabuhi
sa ginagmay nagpabilin


Jovanie was born in La Union, San Isidro, Davao Oriental. He is BSEd English graduate in Davao Oriental State College of Science and Technology, Mati City and currently an English instructor from the said institution.

The Rain

Fiction by | November 12, 2017

It was a Saturday and a payday. The sun was asleep that day and the dim clouds hinted rain, but I was up early for my Master’s and I had to beat the previous night of writing a thesis proposal and singing lullabies for my one-year old girl. My sleepy face invited a debate from my wife whether I should go to school or not. I won so I took a freezing bath and packed my bag. San Isidro was a one-hour drive from Mati City and the ride entailed enduring the meandering road that I had gotten used to.

My classes proceeded with lectures and hasty reports prepared by my preoccupied classmates. For fairness’ sake, I hoped they also struggled on the way to school.

I could not go back home without buying groceries and pasalubong for my six-year old girl so I had to join the rush at the supermarket. I went out of the market still alive, gladly. I carefully tied my box of groceries to the back of my motorcycle and headed home. While I was on the way, I was so mindful of my load that I checked it with my left hand from time to time. I was worrying that the knot was loose. I tied the box with the interior of a motorcycle wheel cut into a strip, a sort of a rubber tie, which got tighter while I travelled. At the time, it had grown a bit short.

I was worried that my load would unravel by the time I reached the road construction at Badas. The repair had been taking forever. The government seemed to have a lot of money to spend. The sky was also growing dark, like cellophane filled with water and would burst any time.

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Ang Sembreak Ni Rencie Boy Panchito

Play by | October 29, 2017

Mga Tao:
Rencie Boy – Kinse (15) anyos.
Celia – Singkwenta (50) anyos. Ang inahan ni Rencie Boy.
Tikboy – Kinse (15) anyos. Amigo ni Rencie Boy.

(MUSIGA ANG SUGA)

Sa sulod sa kwarto ni Rencie Boy. Makit-an ang usa ka-maleta nga gipa-ibabawan ug gubot nga tambak sa mga sinina ug pantalon. Madunggan usab ang “Love Yourself” ni Justin Bieber nga gipatugtog niyas iyahang cellphone. Mapansin ang usa ka-dakong litrato ni Digong nga naka-frame nga gibutang sa pader, ug usa ka-body size nga samin.

Musulod si Rencie Boy sa kwarto. Nakatapis lang ug tualya. Ginasabayan niya ang nagatugtog nga kanta, apan tono lang ang iyang makuha ug ang ulahing bahin sa korus nga iyang ginapakusgan ang pagkanta.

RENCIE BOY: Ha! Pagkagwapo talaga niyang kanta na yan ba. Gustong-gusto ko talaga yan ba, kasi sikat yan na kanta ni idol Justin Bieber.

(Muagik-ik.)

(Duolon ang cellphone nga nakabutang sa iyahang katre, ug iyahang ibalhin ang playlist sa sunod nga kanta. Mutogtog ang “Sorry” nga kanta.)

RENCIE BOY: Ito pud! Ito pud! Ka-nice din nito ba. (Magpiyong samtang ginasabayan ang sonata sa kanta.) Laktawan natin sa chorus, hindi yan dahil hindi ako marunong ng lyrics ah, pero kay ito man kasi gud yung gwapo na part.

(Sabayan ang tono, apan mali-mali ang lyrics, ug pakusgan ang pagkanta sa ulahing linya.)

(Mikalit ug kawala ang tugtog.)

RENCIE BOY: Oh? Na-ano man ito? Bakit nawala si idol Justin Bieber? Aaah. Lowbat pala ito siya. Sayang. Makinig pa sana ako. Sige lang. Kanina pa man din kasi ito naga-play ba. I-charge ko na lang muna itong cellphone ko. Baka kasi masira.

(Kuhaon ang charger sa iyang bag.)

Ma-remember ko gud talaga yung dorm mate ko sa Davao ba. Grabe yun. Nasira niya gud talaga cellphone niya. Siya man kasi. Sige lang man gud siya Clash of Clans. Tapos di na niya gina-tanggal ang charger niya. Yun. Buto. Ka-hadlok talaga nun ba.

(Ipaslak ang charger.)

RENCIE BOY: Buti na lang gani, gibilhan din ako ni mama ng bago na cellphone. Dati kasi, yung cellphone ko yung may keypad na maingay pag magtext ako. Tapos sabi ko kay mama kailangan ko ng touch screen, binili din ni mama uy. Pagkabili lagi nito, ah, gihambog ko talaga sa mga friends ko uy. Sabi ko sa kanila na bagong bili ito.

(Gitrapuhan ang cellphone.)

Buti na lang talaga ba nagpayag si mama. Sabi ko talaga uy. First day pa lang, sure na ako need ko yang touch screen na cellphone na yan. Kasi dito man gud, maka-download na, at maka-type na din. Kahit wala pang binigay na project ang teacher, dapat handa gyud, diba? Tapos mayron man din yung mga batchmates ko ng ganito. Alangan naman ako lang isa ang wala? Lain din.

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