(Siday nira Andrea Amoyo Sagaoinit, Marilyn Sagaoinit Alar, ngan Ben Alar.) Sabang nga baraan, salog nga Borongan Asay gintikangan bungto nahingadnan Madakmol nga borong kada kaagahon Asay an tigaman hadton kadaanan
Most of the DYVL Siday have a consistent and persistent editorializing stance. Elisa Badilla Enage’s — who hails from Balangiga, Eastern Samar — siday Kauswagan (Progress) is a prime example to this type of poetry.
Diyos nga makagarahum Nga naghimo han Borabod Hamorawon
Kun karuyag mo hin putli niya nga tela o tangkaan nga magaranggasang seguro butok hin mga rosas ha butnga ikaw na an pagtibway han lamesa ta, maupod la ak’ ha im’ Inday.
He nanay,he tatay,sugad man han akon mga sangkay kami ngatanan ha ilarum han hamurawon danay natambay Mga lumalabay man liwat agsub nanmamahuway Pagtanggal han butlaw ngan pamuhay-puhay.
ako in usa ngan seminarista mayda ko ig-iistorya karuyag ko unta magpadi iyo gad man buligan pangadi
The dinner had a different feel. Tatay, who just moments earlier seemed playful, was in an unusually silent mode as we ate. That is not to say he wasn’t talking. But people who knew my Dad would know how an animated conversationalist he was. He was not his usual self, or his earlier-moments-ago self. The [...]
Lost love. It’s the one thing that almost anybody can relate to. It seems too common a phenomenon. But yet everybody who had been through it knows how so lonely it can feel losing love. It seems everybody knows it but nobody seems to understand. “I-know-how-you-feel” and “you’ll-get-over-it” seems too cliche to just even temporarily [...]
Han goti pa an Borongan may duha nga kabataan: He Luciano nga anak hin pamilya nga parasingba, ngan he Juan nga anak hin negosyante nga rico. Magbarkada an duha nga taga-Lupuk. An negosyante nga rico stricto, con an Juan guin-e-esgan can Luciano nadalagan Nagdidirig han pangaturog, pagka-aga paborabod Mga hobo nagkakalukso, nagkakalangoy, nagkokokro-o Ha Tobig [...]
Dad is of course my father. My late father I mean. I called him Tatay. He called me Jun. He passed away some 4 years ago. And 4 years ago… he may not have known it, others may never know it… but he defined my life in the most unique way a person can ever [...]