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In the name of the daughter

Marya Ignacio weaves her hair with her fingers watching as the curls separate adhesively from her sweat-dripped forehead. They have been on the hillside for more than four hours now—the days just seem to grow longer every day. As noon strikes, Marya and...

“Ghost Voters”

The first reported paranormal incident in the town of Kamalakal occurred on 7 May 1998. A young widow, one Dymphna Tessalona, claimed that she had been beaten up by the ghost of her husband, Victor. The story of her attack appeared in the...

Four funerals

told in order of importance.   i.    My grandmother tells me and my cousins not to look back on my grandfather’s funeral. Best not to take the dead with us, she says. I had never been an obedient child. I look back and see a line of cars,...

Nature

At first, her family thought I was the wind who came to take her away from them. Especially when I accidentally slammed the door on her father’s face and almost broke the poor nose of the old man. Her two big brothers stared...

The other side

Perhaps it was the way of the city for things to disappear quickly and without warning. Rust spread across the metal shutters of the closed down café. The sign that once read Books & Beans loomed overhead like a knocked-out set of teeth,...

Karen sings the future

Congratulations! I’ve read through all the thank you cards attached to the boxes on the center table that morning and they all said the same thing. I finally found the courage to go through them, after a week or so of procrastination. Until now,...

Random Pickings

He who Is without Sin

Three huge cross figures made of fine wood were slowly being painted black by a crowd of men. They sat on makeshift bamboo benches...

Eight Legs Is All

It’s unfair. With small bodies, they move in all directions. Once a leg gets broken—which usually happens when they resist to be caught—they have...

The darkest light—a Christmas tale

The many-colored, Christmas star lantern hanging from their second-floor window was the most beautiful thing that 9-year old Mira Delos Reyes had ever possessed....

In the name of the daughter

Marya Ignacio weaves her hair with her fingers watching as the curls separate adhesively from her sweat-dripped forehead. They have been on the hillside...