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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
Tuesday, September 08, 2015
8:57 PM |
Even a Little.
I like how it is when the world comes crashing in, or makes itself felt like a sudden awakening, just right after you decide — like a beautiful surrender — it is better to let go than it is to live in that space in your head that’s dank and does not see much sun, content only with playing possum to cobwebs and the empty nests of birds now gone.
Do you see how it
is the sun that you first behold when you open your eyes? It setting beyond blue mountains was what I saw this late afternoon; but let’s allow, for everyone else, even a sunrise, that sweet cliche. Or if it is neither, just a tenderness of sunshine that becomes second skin. The blanket of night does that, too. Here you see pinpricks of light in the sky that allow you to understand there are bigger things than you swimming in the mysterious cosmos — but you are one with it, the way Carl Sagan once reminded us that we were all born in the ovens of birthing stars.
I like to think it is God in His infinite wisdom murmuring spells to let you see there are infinite things in this world that can be perceived more than you allow yourself to see: that puff of distant cloud means rain on parched earth, that burst of yellow in a flower is invitation for the beleaguered bees*, that gentle air you feel against your skin carries the promise you can breathe again, indeed, if you allow yourself to live even a little.
Photo by Denniz Futalan
(*That's not a bee. That's a fly.)
Labels: life, photography
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