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Bag-ong Yanggaw

Perhaps it was right to suppose that evil lurks everywhere. Likhâ’s own father believed this truism all of his young life. This, however, did not...

Where the Sun Was

The rains have been pouring for more than seven years now. The clouds have always been dark. I can only remember of how much I...

Over the Stilt Houses at the Fishery

“They’re still having a meeting. You can sit here,” a friendly woman offered me the plastic monoblock chair beside her. I couldn’t tell her age. Her voice sounded like she was in her early thirties, although her coarse skin and hunched posture told me otherwise. But I said friendly, because her eyes told me ‌she was smiling despite the face mask covering half her face. Also, she was the only one who greeted me and gave an explanation why even though the hallway was full of people waiting, no one was coming out of the office to talk to any of us.

A child’s reality of Santa Claus

TO GO KILL SANTA CLAUS—Jason was saying, and I was listening intently—one has to shoot him down with the T-square of the Mechanical Engineers....

Soft-boiled Egg and Perfectly Steamed Rice

Makahiya can cure cancer. So emails an aunt. “I suggest boil an entire makahiya plant and have her drink it like tea.” He weighs in his heart this suggestion and decides how he can go about procuring it. There’s a slight drizzle outside he’s...

El Santo Niño

The old woman walked slowly on the wide wooden plank, careful not to fall into the murky waters. The air around her smelled putrid, but the shanty row on the other side of the creek teemed with people, and children played giddily, running...

Crocodile Hunting

Author’s Introduction: Pateros River FestivalBalut or boiled duck eggs are a delicacy that many Filipinos love and are sold warm from the lined straw baskets of ambulant vendors. The duck eggs come from the city of Pateros located southeast of Manila where most...

Blood and Gold in Benguet

The Rising Sun bus left Baguio City quickly with a thick dust on its way while the morning mist hovered around the tall buildings and the wooden houses under the tall pine trees. We entered the killer road of the Halsema Highway going...

Rice Wine

When Santiago saw her in the mirror, comb in hand, he knew it was time for him. It was time to leave the hut. For it was the time of the crescent moon and if there were people he knew in the corner...

Celebrating Happy Half

I shy away from the crowd and try to make a run for it. Nobody’s going to bar me from going where I want to go, especially at this time of the century.

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