Fiction

In 1952, "The Virgin," written by Kerima Polotan, won first prize in the Philippines Free Press Literary Contest and in the Carlos Palanca Awards. He went to where Miss Mijares sat, a tall, big man, walking with an economy of movement, graceful and light,...

Our front door opened right into the sidewalk, and the street sloped down to a lily dappled river, in our house in the city. Across the river a soap opera was always taking place: A man with two wives lived in an unpainted...

He was known in the social media world as Teddy Faux, and one wouldn’t mistake his appearance: a rounded face with squinted eyes and a huge grin every time he posted his vlogs on YouTube. Recent events uplifted his chest since his trusted patron...

I used to think my Grandpa was 100 years old. I had every reason to—his hair was pure white, he walked with a cane, and he moved slowly. Sometimes his hands would shake as he gestured or when he would lift a cup of tea to his lips.

Gigantes Island, central archipelago.  Summertime. Young Benjamin, on vacation with his kin, is standing by the seaside inhaling the crisp breeze of the easterlies, which blows continuously in the same pitch and speed. Light is breaking on the horizon and is strewn over...

Blood has a peculiar, coppery taste in the mouth. Carmen smells it first, a familiar metallic tang from rusted iron reminiscent of white sartin cups in her youth. Hers had a special red lining, instead of the usual blue ones, a gift from...