Share “Jules” by Samantha Tetangco Jules has eyes that speak what her mouth never does and you love her, or at least you think you might. There is something about her that makes you feel calm. You met her at a party, one of those out-of-control-wake-up-the-next-morning-and-don’t-remember-a-thing-but-ask-your-friends-if-you-did-anything-stupid kind of parties. She was holding up the wall [...]
Share “Most American” by Cynthia Vasallo Kuya and I used to love playing this game called Most American. We started playing when we first came to the US—my brother was almost nine that year and I was six. Because we were the only players, we made up all the rules as we went along. There [...]
Share “Burn Scar” by Justin Pansacola Philip, as he was now known, didn’t like to think too hard about his situation. It wasn’t that he was dumb, far from it. It’s just that he had learned throughout his life, with each painful retreat and violent experience, that it was best to leave things be and [...]
Share “Simbahan” by Robert Aquino Dollesin During the Grandfather‘s service the boy shuffled his feet and studied the grief-stretched faces of everyone around him. Standing next to his mother, he felt no emotion. Nothing. Not the slightest sense of bereavement. Once the slings had been hoisted, the boy’s mother took his hand and they fell in [...]
Share “Heartbeats” by Justin Pansacola The first few steps were easy. Off the plane then through the retractable jet bridge, just like any other flight he had ever been on. He could have been going through any jet bridge at any airport anywhere else in the world. But as soon as he took that first [...]
Share “The Coconut Game” by Tom Sykes When I tell people that I still think of Doni as my best friend they laugh at me. ‘You haven’t seen or heard from him for six months,’ they say, ‘you don’t know a thing about him now.’ I tell them that that doesn’t matter. The important thing [...]
Share “Oh, Angelita Garcia!” by Jason Magabo Perez “Anak,” says Nay, her cheekbones the disconnected hemispheres of a heart, “Would you not be so very truly sad if I died?” She turns onto Mission. Her skeletal hands choke the steering wheel. “Talagang tragic, ano, anak? What would you do? What would you possibly do if [...]