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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Cousin Ofelia

1. I sat on a fallen tree at the edge of the village. The hot field stretched before me up to the horizon, and the brightness of the sun hurt my eyes. Once in a while, I would take a swig of ginger broth from a bottle that my sister...

Sons and Fathers

Are you ready for your morning stroll, Mr. T? In a minute, he bristled unable to get his arm into his heavy cardigan. It’s not that cold, you know, the Filipina caregiver reminded the harrumphing octogenarian. He was in the process of making a 180-degree turn, trying to fix the...

Independence Day

William found it a great struggle to put on the necktie, not that he didn’t know how.  He gazed at himself in the polished mirror, and frowned at what he saw, an Asian face wearing strange clothes. And yet, today, June 11, 2312 was a very special day, for...
Fairy Tale I encountered her in a pop-up book the first time, once upon a time as child. I read how her widowed father married a vain woman with two daughters in vain.   I wept with her as she scrubbed dirty walls, swept dusty floors... disallowed to attend the ball, while I turned pages that crackled and...

A Mythic Negotiation

Jael has to egress through a series of hard right and left turns in putrid and thieving-prone alleys, along several sari-sari stores, then over and across a noisy overpass. If only he had a wardrobe from Narnia. Erik’s house is not far off from his, in a subdivision on...

Kristo

By Prospero Pulma Jr. It was rope for Luis and Mike as the two thieves and nails bigger than fingers for Juan.  Juan watched Tomas, in his carboard legionnaire armor and sword, holding a hammer and nail above his palm. “Do it.” Juan shut his eyes and waited for the...
The Birth of a Star, How a Star Became a Black Hole, and The Graveyard of Heroes By Hanna Norimatsu The Birth of a Star Verse: She followed the fireflies,  Left us a star-child, never to be seen again. He made sure his eyes shined, Took care of our last light, And we thanked the...

Every Disease Is A Story

By Dean Francis Alfar Every disease is a story, every illness has a beginning, middle, and ending.  Sometimes, we are there at the start, when the characters and plot are introduced. We notice the body’s subtle betrayals like sudden ripples across still waters. Your occasional headache, a shortness of breath,...

The War After

A short story by Eddie Ilarde Sandra Damon a veteran television reporter of an international news network based in New York looks out the window of the plane about to land at the regional airport of Legaspi. She is obviously fascinated by the view on the ground and of the...

Time for Rest

By Kenneth Yu Hi, Edson! Sorry for the late reply. I only just saw your message. I accept your challenge! Your request for a ghost story to share with our friends is apt and timely, it being near Halloween and all, but I’ll go you one further, if you don’t...
By Janet Maslin | New York Times News Service The Price of Illusion: A Memoir By Joan Juliet Buck 404 pages. Atria Books Joan Juliet Buck, the daughter of the film producer Jules Buck, and Anjelica Huston have been friends since girlhood. It’s the kind of friendship that requires long spells of...

The Empty Northern Hemisphere

By Dominic Dayta Once upon a time in the early history of the Earth, the planet was almost completely covered by water. Jutting out from the blue on the northern hemisphere like birthmarks on an otherwise flawless skin were two small islands that, together, added up to just a little...
By Victor Fernando R. Ocampo On the long, stifling nights when her father was out in the mines and her mother was defeated by sleep, the young Tagalog girl would feel her way towards a corner of their hut where a big storage basket was kept. When she was certain...

All the Meanings of Blood

Blood Collected Stories by Noelle Q. de Jesus. Singapore: Ethos Books, 239 pp. There are two types of stories in Blood Collected Stories, Noelle Q. de Jesus’ wrenching first collection of fiction: there are pieces of flash fiction that contain often startling revelations into fragile and familiar humanity, and there are...

Pagbibisikleta

By Kid Orit        “Sa ikauunlad ng bayan, bisikleta ang kailangan” —Ariel Ureta   Kapag natutuha’y di na nalilimot. Kahit matagal nang di nakakapadyak, tuloy lang ang gulong sa kanyang pag-ikot.   Nais mong mamasyal, kahit na pagsubok sa aking balanse itong pag-aangkas, noong natutuha’y di na nalilimot.   Mahigpit ang kapit, may kaunting takot, ang mga kamay mong nanlamig ang balat— tuloy...

Astronomy

By Marian Leanna “Aya” T. De La Cruz   We peer furtively at smiles, bent wrists and it smacks of mortality. We imagine—nebulae in the irises of a stranger, like they bear stories waiting for the optimum mass of hydrogen, us counting on fusion. The wish to witness the immortal is a prayer written by the finite. A folly—we...

The evolution of Jane Doe

By Joel Pablo Salud 30 December 3038 HIGHLY-CLASSIFIED INFORMATION ITP-CID REPORT: TRINOMA FINDINGS   During a recent demolition conducted by the Federation government of the abandoned Trinoma, a body was excavated at the site.         The remains, purportedly female, still intact and with hardly any signs of decomposition, was immediately shipped to the...

Pressure & release

By Joseph Anthony Montecillo Red eyes blink at you from across the blacktop of the highway.  The tail lights sit still for the most part.  Each pair claims a piece of the night sky, twinkling in place.  Stare long enough, and constellations start to appear.  Here, a couple of lanes...

Superstar

By Ambrosio N. Flores III He stood there majestically unmoving, his long white hair waving slowly in the dimness, covering his forehead, his beard waving in ripples. He was wrapped in long, flowing, almost diaphanous robes, his arms covered by the robes as they stayed firmly crossed on his chest. His...
By Marius Carlos, Jr. “A book itself is a little machine; what is the relation of this literary machine to a war machine, a love machine, revolutionary machine, etc.—and an abstract machine that sweeps them along?” Deleuze & Guattari (Mille Plateaux) The non-fiction genre in the Philippines has always been a...