MIKE BIGORNIA

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                    [Title] => Trouble anew at the NCCA?
                    [Summary] => Okay, I know I promised an immediate sequel to last week’s column that toasted recent positive developments on the Fil-Am literary front. I’ll do that soon enough, inclusive of a review of a recent Filipino-American anthology. 


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                    [AuthorName] => Alfred A. Yuson
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                    [Title] => A death in the family
                    [Summary] => We shall miss him. Many are the memories. Poet Michael L. Bigornia passed away last Monday, exactly a week ago. On the phone, through voice and text, we were all aghast to hear about it. He was only 51, the victim of a first stroke. 


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                    [Title] => Waiting for the war
                    [Summary] => On a stormy Monday morning he turns back while on Boni, the sudden downpour flooding the low-lying parts of Mandaluyong. The lone passenger, a Grade 6 student in a school on the other side of town, says he is "duwag sa ulan," afraid of rain, the memory of past floods, past monsoons that left stranded many inhabitants of the city still fresh on his mind.


The Grade 6 pupil has to content herself playing gameboy and nurse to a younger brother, who is nursing a fever. 


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Trouble anew at the NCCA?

By Alfred A. Yuson | April 29, 2002 - 12:00am

Okay, I know I promised an immediate sequel to last week’s column that toasted recent positive developments on the Fil-Am literary front. I’ll do that soon enough, inclusive of a review of a recent Filipino-American...

Arts and Culture

A death in the family

By Alfred A. Yuson | October 1, 2001 - 12:00am

We shall miss him. Many are the memories. Poet Michael L. Bigornia passed away last Monday, exactly a week ago. On the phone, through voice and text, we were all aghast to hear about it. He was only 51, the victim...

Arts and Culture

Waiting for the war

By Juaniyo Arcellana | October 1, 2001 - 12:00am

On a stormy Monday morning he turns back while on Boni, the sudden downpour flooding the low-lying parts of Mandaluyong. The lone passenger, a Grade 6 student in a school on the other side of town, says he is "duwag...

Arts and Culture