Chicken Tinola

Creative Nonfiction by Jennie Arado |

We have more than twenty chickens in our backyard. Our compound is huge and we allot almost a third of it for the chickens. We have a net fence tied from our east side of the compound to the west, and the covered part was where all the chickens are left to roam, lay eggs, and eat. My father is never into cockfights and the chickens are actually there for the family’s entertainment—or something else to keep us busy.

The hens do not lay eggs regularly, and sometimes they get rotten before they even hatch because the hens are too lazy to even sit on them every day. We cannot sell their eggs, even the good ones, because they are never good enough as the eggs sold in the market place. The eggs are either allowed to hatch to new chicks or, sometimes when we forget to include eggs on the grocery list, our chickens’ eggs end up in the frying pan or in the refrigerator egg compartment.

Continue reading Chicken Tinola

Property Of

Creative Nonfiction by Johanna Michelle Lim |

Art. 980. The children of the deceased shall always inherit from her in their own right, dividing the inheritance in equal shares. (932) – Civil Code of the Philippines



The crimson arrow appeared in my absence. It stuck to the wall, spray painted in brash sputters in contrast to the meticulous overlay of Mactan stones.

The mark must have gone unnoticed for some time. In a house too small for two households, you learn to live with impermanence.

Continue reading Property Of