The Choice (2)
This Old House
Dugo sa Gunita
Tales from My Lost River
This year, the UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies celebrates the fifth anniversary of its revival after a hiatus of…
In one of the meetings held at the spacious conference room of the UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies, one…
Isang Maikling Kasaysayan Ng Mga Pagpaslang
TATLO NA ANG NAPAPATAY KO simula nang nahílig ako sa pagbabasa ng nobela.
Ngayon ang ikalawang araw ng paghahanap ni Jordan sa gintong bracelet.
Pag-ibig sa Panahon ng All-out War
Bayot! Bayot! Bayot!” Naririnig kong panunukso sa akin ng mga kaklase.
Excerpt mula sa Diksyonaryo-Gabay sa mga Gawa ni Berry Manansala, mulang “Cabron, Ara” hanggang “Cultext”
Sa QUEZON CITY ng taong 2666, na pinasadahan ng Katipunan sa Ang Kaharian ng mga Engkantado, natagpuan ni KALI ESCRIBA ang isang…
Mga Alitaptap sa North Avenue
Sinilip ko ang alitaptap sa pagitan ng mga palad.
From Chapter 4 of White Lady/Black Christ: A novel-in-progress
Jose Catapang Crenshaw was born in Angeles City on April 2, 1970 according to the National Statistics Office.
It was the sense of hearing that came to him first, bringing with it a low, insistent, a drone rising and dipping…
Better Than Sex
I hate to repeat myself, but my sons are dead wrong. Alma is really good for me.
Economies of Scale
Henry was thinking about the way Julie looked last year when she sat across from him and told him it was over.
A soldier never leaves his comrades behind. You, as their commander, must maneuver them to their barracks so that they can retreat…
Like all media junkets, this one needed patience and inevitably birthed an existential crisis or two.
Fruits of Neglect
Sundays at the Cardozas’
The Monsters (A Novel in Progress)
Tatlong Proposisyon ng Puting Hangin
The window let in some of that magic hour I’d grown accustomed to. “How was your day, my darling?”
“Babe, my battery’s dying,” he said, as the bride and groom finished dinner and stood up.
The Walk Home
The houses along P. Guevara Street lay awash in the sunset’s pale orange glow, creeping over the treetops glistening with drops left…
Summer at the Barrio
It was Holy Week and the sun was about to set when my parents and I arrived at the barrio.
Ang 46 na Pinakaayaw na Buhay na Dinanas ni Shiela Ishmael
Lumaki sina Shiela at Rest sa isang sosyalistang utopia, kung saan wala silang pangangailangan na hindi napupunan, at maaari nilang habulin ang…
Malagim Ever ang Gabi
Malalim na ang gabi nang makarating si Charina sa paradahan ng mga motor sa bukana ng Road 48.
Tanikalang Bahaghari (Sipi mula sa Isang Nobela)
Nobyembre, taong 2009. Lunes, unang araw ng klase. Hinahanap ni Wilfredo Sta. Cruz ang College of Liberal Arts building.