on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night. Her head sticks out of some woman’s tote bag placed on top of the bar, she winks at Ang Tunay na Lalaki. He looks at his gin and tonic,…
Looking to harvest what makes him happy. The AA meetings have thrown him into iconoclastic jousts with Titans and Gorgons with glowing snake eyes…
Dona Josefina has thrown my goat out onto the calle El Fez-- Ay! The menu of pain is as big as a queen-sized aha umbrella.…
How do you enter that Manila frame of mind, that woven mat of noodle house restaurants,…
The angle of delight is best achieved while rubbing the pluperfect button…
I've always wanted to play the part of that puckish pubescent Filipino boy in those John Wayne Pacific-War movies.…
In the slums of Tondo, people dwell in shacks of cardboard, bits of bamboo, corrugated metal, and a few cement blocks.…
“I like dappled hats,” she said as she lit the incendiary device. He enjoyed her wet diphthongs…
When he finds his wife in bed with another man-- The conservative politician feels an ache in his stomach, remembers the longanisa and the tapa he had for breakfast.…
This is where the typhoon starts— inside the fourth paragraph, ten city blocks away,…