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The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022
The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018
Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018
Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Saturday, March 13, 2004
It's raining again.... But such fine rain it is. Suddenly Dumaguete looks exactly like the memory I have of it when I was a kid, and I used to go to my grade school quite early in the morning (a full two hours before flag ceremony, which meant going to school when there was still barely any daylight out -- on account of having been accused by some of my teachers of "chronic tardiness," so of course I had to show them that I
could wake up early if
I really wanted to -- and
I did, for about three months, only to have my teachers calling my mother in once more, telling her that, this time, they were worried that I was coming to school
too early): It is a misty, foggy day... a little cold, with a bit of drizzle, the scent and leaves of the acacia trees hanging and floating about in a kind of sepia slow motion. So very New England, what Dumaguete has not been for the past few years.
I should be back blogging in a week or so. Work mushrooms and I don't even know where exactly to begin.
And it doesn't help that despite my busy schedule (we just had our presentation of
The Vagina Monologues last night), I am doing a marathon of the second and third seasons of
Queer as Folk, no thanks to
Beadle-Doodles, who also gave me a copy of
Bishonen (see screendancing) during his brief visit back to Dumaguete.
What can one flesh-and-blood guy do when he's presented with this....
Or this...
Or this?
Nothing, but to surrender to the dictates of... um, studying the, ehem, Semiotics of Desire in Popular Television and Film.
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