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These Invisible Forces

There was pain, lots of it. And it seared. It felt like fire, or like being eaten alive. Vincent screamed, using that one scrap of energy he had left to aim the dartgun at the sheath of Pretenders making their way up his...

Someone Else Will Help

Is the goodness of a man determined by the purity of his intentions or by the deeds he brings into the world? And what, then, of the man who stands idle, neither acting nor choosing? Some claim that those who are caught between...

Deliverance

Odessa accepted the fact that the Metro Manila she had known thirty years ago was now a mere memory. Seated inside an old van that barely moved beyond 20 kilometers per hour, Odessa stared at the promenade that was now unfamiliar. She imagined...

A Triangle of Triangles

She's a great little housewifeThough sometimes she talks like a foolBut she helps at the store in the holiday rushAnd she picks up the kids after schoolAnd she puts down the phone when her husband comes homeAnd she changes from mother to wife'Til...

Love by Algorithm

“Good morning, Doc.” “Have a seat Mr. Peñaflor. I am Dr. Anton Abalos, but you can call me Ant or Doc Ant, whichever makes you more comfortable. Before anything else, may I have permission to record our consultation?” “Will that be uploaded, Doc Ant?” “I only...

Born of the Earth

We were all once born of the earth— keeper of her breath, kin to root and river, to feather and fur, to the anito, the diwata, and the taw’t talun, spirits who dwell around us. But that was before conquest, before the forgetting. The invaders came with the sword and the cross, with maps and muskets, naming...

Random Pickings

Only When It Rains

Pluviophile. She had to look that word up because she wanted to know if there was a term to describe people like her. People who...

Familiar Encounter

FICTION — “Don’t be like Uncle Norm.” Those were my mother’s last words to me before I stepped foot inside the airport.

Near Paradise

1. The main dusty road is a gray strip, parted in between rice paddies and bamboo groves, which in turn separate the sawali houses, which...

Grandpa’s Secret

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.