The 7th issue of Katitikan called “Paghandom ug Paglimot” is a Binisaya special edition.
The 6th issue of Katitikan explores “Lives of an Anxious Milieu,” reflecting uncertainty, unease, and resilience in Southern Philippine literature.
The 5th issue of Katitikan explores “Writes and Rights,” highlighting the intersection of literature, identity, and advocacy in the Philippine South.
The 4th issue of Katitikan celebrates queer writing, showcasing diverse voices, identities, and experiences from the Southern Philippine literary scene.
The 3rd issue of Katitikan explores “(Re)Imaginations,” challenging injustices and envisioning radical, just communities through literature.
The second issue of Katitikan explores “Places and Spaces,” delving into how memory, identity, and language shape our sense of belonging and meaning in the world.
Tinawag kang Pula pagkat nagnanais ng karunungan at kalayaan,katiwasayan at kapayapaan. Sa guni-guni nilapulang awit ang iyong dasal kay Manama,hawak mong bolpe’y dugo ang tinta.…
Kada tanghali,iyong ipinagkakaloobang tamis ng ngitisa kristal na daigdigng paborito mong kendi. Pinaiikid ang mundong asukalsa loob ng bibig; pinapawiang uhaw kasabay ng masidhing pag-igting…
I am looking out the bus window playing River by Joni Mitchell. It is snowing there, you sent me pictures of cobblestoned streets, of you…
Kalimutan mo muna ang agham,silayan ang langit sa malayang isipan. Kalimutan mo muna: na hindi talaga patay-sindiang ningning ng mga tala,at ipinagtagni-tagning alikabok…
1 kwadrado ang hugis ng lungkot; ang dingding na namamagitan sa atin.ngunit anong hugisang hinuhulma ng ating palad sa panahong yakap natin ang ating sarili,…
Tatakbo ang bata sa pampang, magtatampisaw,sisisid sa isang dipang lalim at makikitasa malabong salamin ng matanda ang tulya, lumot, naglalarong maliliit na isda. Sasali ang…
Noon, ang mga ninuno nati’y nagdarasalkay Bathala kapag mayroong matinding tagtuyoto unos na gumagambala sa nayon;kaya’t nag-alay sila nang mga awit at sayawsa buwan, mga…
For Andrew 1. Say that there’s nothing left to plotAnd everything has sprawled itself a horizon on a map,From this time to this place, to…