by M.A. Del Rosario

Artwork by: M.A. Del Rosario

Simeon S. P. Balagtas didn’t understand the world anymore. Life wore him down, as everything was very different in his youth, and that was a very long time ago. Every day he sat in his small store along Carriedo Street near a busy Quiapo church, with a walking stick in one hand and a fan in the other, waiting for someone to buy. He sold different things, from clothing to underwear, and assortment of bootleg shoes and fancy trinkets. He also sold bootleg toys, and those sold more than everything else he had. 

Simeon never understood the fascination for such things, for he didn’t have toys in his youth. He never found a fondness for it, even as he grew older. He didn’t understand why children were fascinated with these things and the foreign games that were a big hit to the modern youth when they could be playing Tumbang-Preso or Luksong Baka. Has the world influenced his country so much that traditional games matter little now, unlike before? Is his yesterday gone with the swath of modern influences?

Justine Camacho-Tajonera was born and raised in Cebu City, Philippines. Though she started her professional journey in the corporate world, working in telecommunications and marketing, her love for literature remained constant. To stay connected to her creative roots, she pursued a master’s degree in Literature and Cultural Studies, cementing her commitment to writing.

She has published poetry in local anthologies and publications and has authored works across various genres. Her self-published titles include Just for the Summer (a contemporary romance novella), A Portrait of Jade (a young adult romance novelette), Bayawak’s Trail (a crime novelette), The Mermaid from Siquijor (a fantasy romance novella), Snuggle Wuggle Wee (a children’s book co-authored with Buding Aquino-Dee and Jenny Ong), and her poetry collection, Gift: Poems. Her first traditionally published romance novel, Steady Sarah, was released by Penguin Random House SEA in 2024.

Justine maintains a Substack blog, Claiming Alexandria, where she shares her poetry and thoughts on creativity and life. She is a marketing professional in the Philippines, is married, and has two children.  

by Justine Camacho – Tajonera

1 Bella

She wasn’t beautiful. Which was why I always wondered why her mother named her Bella. Her eyes were too far apart, her lips a little too large for her face. She was gangly, awkward. Her hands and feet were freakishly long and narrow. And sometimes, talking to her, you felt that she wasn’t entirely there. 

I met her the summer I turned sixteen. My parents were having a spat and they thought it best to ship me to the province while they were figuring things out for themselves. I stayed with my aunt, the single remaining sibling of my mother, who lived in their ancestral home in barangay Barahan, Pola, Sta. Cruz, Mindoro Occidental. Tita Osang lived in a traditional turn-of-the-century home with the most basic addition of electricity and some plumbing.  She was a formidable woman who ran a rice and cattle farm on her own. She put together an efficient household. When I arrived, she put me to work alongside her farmhands, no questions asked. My day began at four in the morning and ended at seven in the evening. Despite a day full of physical labor, she let me run wild, on my own, at around four in the afternoon. That was how I met Bella. 

Kadi Serafica lives in Isabela, Philippines. He has been fascinated by Pinoy myths and folklore as far as he can remember. He has a collection of Filipiana books on history, religion, and the supernatural. He writes fantasy and horror that celebrates Pinoy culture, and authored The Awakening which was published by Paperkat Books. The Awakening, available in select Fully Booked Stores and Lazada, is the first of a planned eight volumes of interconnected short stories that explore a modern world where all myths and folklore are real. His next book, Days of the Elder Gods, comes out in 2025. 

by Kadi Serafica

One would not fault an observer for assuming Facunda Praxedes Santisima was 60 years younger than her 122 years. Her skin may be wrinkled and her back bent, but she was as agile as she had always been. When queried, Facunda would reveal a mastery of Tagalog, Cebuano, Waray, Ilocano, Tausug, Spanish, and a form of Baybayin she called Letra y Santisima. Every so often she convinced a guest by navigating at that perilous line between decency and forcefulness, to sit-in for a trail down memory lane on how she, as a young woman was able to unite her clan, the Santisima, by learning the language of each branch, and through adventures grafted the disparate branches back into the family tree under her leadership. 

Facunda’s vision was as sharp as it had ever been. Her sense of smell had not lost its edge. And yet she always felt weary these days. Facunda couldn’t pin-point exactly when she started feeling old. It snuck on her. A muscle cramp from stepping on a loose stone, then a bad back from sleeping in the wrong position. Her knees flaring up and then a migraine upstages it, minor pains and aches. No more than a nuisance, really. But they kept piling up. On and on a parade of discomfort. Like the ghosts of her departed, they haunted her.