How a Manileña Learned a Language

10 Jan No Comments Aileen Ibardaloza-Cassinetto Essays, Issue 44

by Aileen Ibardaloza-Cassinetto The bearing wall bore a crack. A hairline gap that widened to a slit, through which our little secrets slithered and scattered. Out they came in a flurry of whispers, insistent and incoherent. For years, nobody could tell exactly what happened and why. What I do know

Eileen R. Tabios’ Three Poetry Collections in 2014

1 Jan No Comments Geejay Essays, Issue 44

A REVIEW by Neil Leadbeater SUN STIGMATA (Sculpture Poems) Marsh Hawk Press, New York 44 RESURRECTIONS PostModern Poetry E-ratio Editions (available as a free pdf download) 147 MILLION ORPHANS (MMXI – MML) Gradient Books, Finland Eileen R. Tabios became a full-time writer in 1996 after spending nearly a decade as

Cherry Blossoms in the Time of Earthquakes
and Tsunami

1 Jan No Comments Geejay Essays, Issue 44

Part III by Rey Ventura Editor’s note: The author is a resident of Yokohama, Japan. The following is a reprint from a manuscript for publication. It is featured in three parts with permission from the author. For the beginning of the 3-part series, click here. 34. I first met Prof

Patrick Rosal:
Sketching the Energy of Breakdancers

1 Jan No Comments Geejay Essays, Issue 44

ART ESSAY by Eileen R. Tabios Introduction: Patrick Rosal is a former Fulbright Fellow to the Philippines and the author of three books of poetry, most recently Boneshepherds, recognized and honored by the Association of Asian American Studies, the Asian American Writers Workshop, the Global Filipino Award as well as

My Daughter Eileen: A Story of Respect

1 Jan No Comments Geejay Essays, Issue 44

by Beatriz Tilan Tabios Editor’s Note: Nearly two years after Beatriz Tilan Tabios passed away in 2012, this unpublished memoir-essay was found among her papers. It is estimated that she wrote this essay around 1998. My daughter, Eileen Tabios, was five years old when she wrote her first book. I

The Return of the Native
(A Bicol Diary)

1 Jan No Comments Geejay Essays, Issue 44

by Cynthia Buiza There is a semblance of a fool’s errand in going home to one’s birthplace. There are consolations on this clear day when, even if I could not see forever, I could at least begin to have faith once more in small redemptions. There are aspects of my

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