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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
Friday, April 11, 2008
9:14 AM |
Baguio Dreaming
I
should be blogging about Baguio. It has been almost a week since I, virgin to the Cordillera, arrived here (planed in from Dumaguete, bused in from Manila...), but for the moment I don't feel like demystifying my dreamy stay so far with the all-too-wakeful precision of description and narrative. And so, for now,
Luis Joaquin Katigbak's almost daily chronicle of our days here (with pictures!) will have to do. I can't believe it's already Friday, with the workshop's end just around the corner like a small demon about to pounce on all of us: I survived my own workshop last Monday, and yesterday I had given the panel of U.P. writers a glimpse into my own writing project (I have titled it
Sugar Land). Already I feel the pangs of the soon-coming end of this instant (and intimate) camaraderie with this lovely group of co-fellows -- my two other parts of Room 6 Vince and
Luis, and of course Rica, Nick,
Jun (Lana),
Bob,
Tara, Mookie,
Frankie, Allan, and Jun (Abdon). (I
loooovvvveee these people!) Right now, I'm trying to decide whether to proceed to Sagada on Sunday, or on to Pundaquit in Zambales, after the workshop. It's a dilemma that is as sweet as no other. Anyway, I
will blog about Baguio. It's enough for me to enjoy the cool mountain air, so far away from the sweltering humidity of seaside Dumaguete. In recent dreams that shock even me, I can actually see myself uprooting my life from that southern town, and settle here. I love the cold. I love the way my body awakens every morning energized from the most restful of sleep.
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