Saan na ba ako dinadala ng aking mga paa?
Mumunting Alipato Ang Mga Bituin Sa Langit
Lulan kami sa isang dyip. Nakahiga sa upuan ang aking kapatid. Duguan.
Nang Walang Nakakarinig
Ang sabi mo noon, P’re, madali lang matutuhan ang C scale sa biyulin.
THE MEMORIES ARE clear, now, of my grandfather, from our time with him in the mountain house in Lalakay.
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.
Malagim Ever ang Gabi
Malalim na ang gabi nang makarating si Charina sa paradahan ng mga motor sa bukana ng Road 48.
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…
Summer at the Barrio
It was Holy Week and the sun was about to set when my parents and I arrived at the barrio.
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…
“Babe, my battery’s dying,” he said, as the bride and groom finished dinner and stood up.
The window let in some of that magic hour I’d grown accustomed to. “How was your day, my darling?”
Tatlong Proposisyon ng Puting Hangin
The Monsters (A Novel in Progress)
Sundays at the Cardozas’
Fruits of Neglect
Like all media junkets, this one needed patience and inevitably birthed an existential crisis or two.
A soldier never leaves his comrades behind. You, as their commander, must maneuver them to their barracks so that they can retreat…
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.
Better Than Sex
I hate to repeat myself, but my sons are dead wrong. Alma is really good for me.
It was the sense of hearing that came to him first, bringing with it a low, insistent, a drone rising and dipping…
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.
Mga Alitaptap sa North Avenue
Sinilip ko ang alitaptap sa pagitan ng mga palad.
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…
Pag-ibig sa Panahon ng All-out War
Bayot! Bayot! Bayot!” Naririnig kong panunukso sa akin ng mga kaklase.
Ngayon ang ikalawang araw ng paghahanap ni Jordan sa gintong bracelet.
Isang Maikling Kasaysayan Ng Mga Pagpaslang
TATLO NA ANG NAPAPATAY KO simula nang nahílig ako sa pagbabasa ng nobela.
In one of the meetings held at the spacious conference room of the UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies, one…
This year, the UST Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies celebrates the fifth anniversary of its revival after a hiatus of…