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Bibliography
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
Monday, October 29, 2007
7:14 AM |
A Fresh Start
I haven't felt this kind of peace in a long time. I don't know where it's coming from, but I'm not questioning it. I'm accepting it as one would a clean slate: with graciousness, and with quiet celebration. I only know that I woke up around 5 o'clock this morning with the vestiges of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, and I couldn't go back to sleep anymore. Outside, daylight was yet to break, and so I went about the house tidying things up, thinking this was Monday, the first day of the week -- and there was much promise of a new start. I'm playing a little music -- something from the great John Barry, who seems to know how to calm the tempests in my soul -- and now I'm publishing my first blog post for the week. In a few minutes, I'll be taking my first cup of coffee. After that, my shower. In an hour, I'll be doing some much-needed work on my computer. At lunch, I'm off to Bethel Guest House for two days, where I'll be writing stories and finishing the remaining requirements (papers!) of my M.A. I find it beautiful that there would be no classes for the rest of the week, the first day of school delayed for a few more days, respite to tie loose ends before the crunch of second term comes. Maybe that's why I feel peaceful: it is the promise of opportunities of righting a few things before I face the challenges of newer ones. Thank God for holidays.
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