This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.
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
12:11 AM |
The End of Rant
Oh my God. I realized just now that since Sunday, I've been posting really depressing stuff. Posts after posts about beautiful losers and dead careers, anti-Semitic homophobes, good-for-nothing presidents, bad interior design and baduy actors, poetry-challenged nuns, perverted hacks and bad novels, anarchists, child murderers, and old monsters. Why, why, why? My inner psychoanalyst says: it's the final week of school, folks, with exams looming next week -- and you know what that means, especially if you're a teacher: there are tons of papers to check and assorted students to handle, they of varying degrees of madness, and who suddenly feel the need to snap out of their zombie-like existence, run after you to pressure you to accommodate something they should have done a long, long time ago. But this is turning out to be another rant, so I'm taking a deep breath (think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts) ... and ... there ... you ... go.Labels: life
