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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
Sunday, April 17, 2005
There is something about this Sunday that feels just right on the get-go. I woke up, quite early, feeling a tremendous sense of having really rested. There's a downy feeling to my breathing: a purr, if you must. And I float, like one so relaxed, the very air is a comfort bed. My belly muscle still aches, but I just ignore it. Mark has prepared my favorite brewed coffee by the time I opened my eyes, and the first thing I taste is the wonderful start of caffeine snaking through my throat, suddenly edging me more awake. And then I see there's already so much sun -- but of a gentle, summery sort. I cannot wait to go to my mother's house, and have lunch with her. I envision eating a lot of bananas. I love bananas. And she has a store-house full of them, bless her soul. Mark has turned on the television, to MTV, and they're playing the classics from the good old 80's. Imagine waking up to Bette Midler singing "Wind Beneath My Wings," Breath singing "Hands to Heaven," Madonna singing "Crazy for You," Whitney Houston singing "How Will I Know," Bananarama singing "Love, Truth, and Honesty," and Paula Abdul singing "Straight Up."
Wonderful, wonderful. Mark said something funny last night before we went to sleep. He was watching
Spider-man, and was quite disturbed by the fact that the superhero shoots his web through his -- wrist? hand? (No one really knows spider-people's anatomy.) "If he really has become a spider in man form," Mark says, "shouldn't he be shooting his web through his ass?"
He is funny and cute, no? I love this guy...
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