In Iloilo City, the word “bolantero” has recently escaped the boundaries of casual speech and entered public discourse with unusual intensity. It has ...
The incident that took place outside the Iloilo Central Market at around 4:30 in the afternoon was more than just a street fight between vendors. Acco...
We often say we support creativity, and this April reminded me that there are many reasons to feel hopeful about it. As we celebrated National Literat...
After reading a post by a writer friend who is also a doctor about Cinematheque Center Iloilo, I found myself asking what the role of cinematheque cen...
Where does credibility go after it has been swallowed whole by an oppressive system that feeds on silence, compliance, and fear? This question has bee...
Iloilo City is beginning to feel less like a home and more like a machine that extracts money from every step its people take. What used to be open an...
Let’s admit it, we pretend to be shocked by bare skin but secretly we are just uncomfortable with our own contradictions. I saw my neighbor early in t...
By Noel Galon de Leon The image is still difficult to ignore: bolanteros returning to the Iloilo Terminal Market after a violent clearing operation co...
Last Holy Week, when time seemed to slow and silence carried more meaning, I found myself on a journey that felt bigger than a simple outing. I went t...