Fiction writer ako in a secret life! Dito ko iniipon ang mga naisulat ko. Mapa-short story, flash fiction, tula o study.
Hello, fellow readers! My first speculative fiction short story Metro Tarak Organ Scouts is out now at Washington Square Review. This story is very hustlers be hustling in a future Philippines where selling organs is where it’s at. You’ll meet Kap, who will do anything to achieve “the good life”…
2 commentsPara sa mga katropang nasasabihang malungkot nang “walang dahilan” I. Paano ba kasi mawala? Isang umaga, ang mawala na lang, nang matapos na ‘to. Ang ‘di maipaliwanag na bigat sa dibdib. Gusto ko na’ng mamatay Ang galit sa kamao, ang hirap pigilan. T@ng!na mo gago ka, Pero mahal magbasag. Tapos ikaw pa…
Leave a commentI’d rather anything can happen than this: falling in love with you. That I was even born marked changes in the universe; it is true -– the sum total of our lives together bring about that end of time when everything evens out. What that future is, I don’t know.…
Leave a commentI thought I lost this poem of sorts! Written for someone across the world. I know you. There are forks of recognition and there are certain winds that can tell you the same thing. Spinning madly beyond some Eternal Nation aloft missing pens and inconsequential worries, we threaten each other…
Leave a commentRead Death in Little Doses, Part 1 of 2 first. They called the day the Real Death Anniversary of King Julian, the day when he manifested the first signs of change. The pirates from Far Away, who had been stealing scandalous amounts of corn and rice from the community warehouse,…
Leave a commentHere’s a story that’s yet to find another home. Griffin stared at the long, purple, strangely luminescent blades of grass as he dragged the final words to the story from his lips. The tiny flower heads that were there and not there nodded at him, absently prodding him with…
Leave a commentFirst posted on Facebook on February 7, 2011 at 1:29pm We are at war with ourselves everyday. We stare at these walls like they will eat us alive, like they are eating us alive, gnawing at our flesh and feasting on our blood. We feel compelled to fight–how else do you…
Leave a commentThey tell me not to drink coffee in the afternoons But, oh well, here we are. It is Dark, dark, and the rattling of persistent appliances Is music to ears For all the chaos of mornings and peak-energy afternoons There is something I respect In this silent plodding of human…
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Leave a commentAnd so together we think about the future like it’s already there. Thing is she’s at the other side of the universe next to ours and we twiddle our thumbs aching for the next run. I’ve come to grow familiar with the pain. You’d know it, like an automatic reflex.…
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