PGS 2024 Q&A: Efmer E. Agustin

EFMER E. AGUSTIN is a BA Communication Arts graduate of University of the Philippines Visayas Tacloban and has earned his MA in Comparative Literature from University of the Philippines  Diliman. He teaches literature and language at the Division of Humanities of University of the Philippines  Tacloban. Mr. Agustin’s works have appeared in the journal Humanities Diliman and in anthologies such as Pinili: 15 Years of Lamiraw. He also contributed to the latest edition of the Cultural Center of the Philippines Encyclopedia on Philippine Arts.

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An Babaye nga Naglulunó

ni Efmer E. Agustin

(English version: The Woman Who Sloughs)

Kat-uran adto han iya pag-abot ha baryo. Bitbit an usa la nga dakulaay nga bayuong, nagbaktas hiya sayuhay han aga tikadto han ginpapaplet-an nga balay ni Mana Rosa, nahiraniay la ngadto han tindahanay gihap han baga dakuon nga tag-iya. An tindahan, daplin han kalsada ngan an kan Mana Rosa balay, ha luyo hini pero baraktason pa maguti tipasulod. An papletean nga balay, naharumbay han balay mismo han tag-iya, may mga traynta metros an kahirayuon tikang hini.

Mahuraw, pero duro kadakmol an dampog ha kalangitan. Madulomay bisan nakagawas na kaupay an adlaw, ngan naghuhurulos an nga tanan ha kalibutan nga diri naaatpan. May-ada mga tirok hin lasaw ngan an lapok diri mahuhutdan. Hini nga mga takna hin katugnaw, kadam-an nga mga mananap nga namamag-usóy, nangangaturog hin hipos nga kahilom. Basta tig-uran na ngani ngan naghaharagkot, nasusukot it paglinunay ha higdaan. Salit man guol it mga parapannganak kahuman hin siyam kabulan.

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The Woman Who Sloughs

by Efmer E. Agustin

(Waray version: An Babaye nga Naglulunó)

It was the wet season when she arrived at the barrio. Carrying a medium-sized bag, she marched one early morning towards the house of Mana Rosa, just near the store of the same portly owner. The store was by the roadside and Mana Rosa’s house was behind this store, a good number of steps inward. The house-for-rent was next to the owner’s house, about thirty meters away.

The rain had momentarily stopped, but the clouds hung threateningly about the sky. It was dim though the sun had already fully come out, and everything unsheltered on earth was soaked and dripping. Puddles were ever-present and there was no scarcity of mud. During these times of cold, most creatures that crawled would snooze in silent slumber. When it’s rainy and chilly, the bed was a very welcoming retreat. That’s why the midwives were overworked nine months later.

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PGS 2024 Q&A: Matthew Jacob Ramos

Matthew Jacob F. Ramos has made it his business to write stories about woven computers and rocketry in the midst of revolution, with works that have received accolades in the Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards and the Nick Joaquin Literary Art Awards. You can find his writings in The Philippines Graphic, Cha: Writing the Philippines, and The Geek Anthropologist.

His career as a speculative fiction writer became official when Matthew received his bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing from the Ateneo de Manila University. These passions allowed him to pursue advertising in a number of small startups throughout the Philippines, before becoming an officer of engagement at a national bank. Today he resides in Quezon City, using his corporate career to fuel his graduate studies into the relationship between islands and technology.

Jake published in Philippine Genre Stories in January 2012 under the Guest Editorship of Alexis “Exie” Abola, multiple Palanca winner and English professor at Ateneo de Manila University: The Tower And The Kite (Part 1) and The Tower And The Kite (Part 2)

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Orphans of Biringan

by Matthew Jacob Ramos

Until very recently, no one had ever made the mistake of confusing Biringan for Biri. Biringan was a city, said to have spires as tall as mountains and a skyline glittering with treasure. Another important difference was that no one was quite sure if Biringan even existed. Some elders claimed it remained hidden in the jungles of Northeastern Samar, concealed between the towns of Catarman and Calbayog. In one story, satellites from a Japanese mining company had even detected traces of gold and other precious metals within the region, only to be met with knitted woodland after days of fruitless searching. No further signs of Biringan’s whereabouts surfaced until a truly rare substance was unearthed from the offshore island of Biri: Uranium.

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