The Last Plate
In the summer of 2010, I agreed to house-sit for my Aunt Lita while she and her husband vacationed in Thailand. Their home, a sleek modern structure on the outskirts...
In the summer of 2010, I agreed to house-sit for my Aunt Lita while she and her husband vacationed in Thailand. Their home, a sleek modern structure on the outskirts...
The road to our house in the highlands of Bukidnon, Philippines, is a winding ribbon of packed earth that climbs through coconut groves and past a few scattered wooden houses....
My Aunt Clara never spoke of the night at the Grand Meridian Hotel. It was a place that had seen better decades, its marble floors cracked and its chandeliers dimmed...
It was a humid Tuesday evening in early October when my brother-in-law’s vintage radio, a bulky mahogany Philco that had been in his family for decades, began to emit a...
I never believed in ghosts. Not really. I was a pragmatic man, an engineering student who dealt in blueprints and load-bearing walls. My world was made of concrete and steel,...
It began three winters ago, on the first of November, in a half-finished house on the edge of a town that was slowly being eaten by the highway. My family...
The city never sleeps, or so they say. But at 2:47 AM, even the flickering neon of late-night convenience stores seemed to hold its breath. I was a skeptic, a...
During my tenure as a media liaison at the Government Communications Complex in the capital, I was one of several officers detailed to the old executive mansion adjacent to the...
In the summer of 1980, when I was twelve, my family lived in Quezon City. My brother, Marco, a civil engineer, had been assigned to a project in the province...
The summer I turned seventeen, my grandfather passed away. I remember it was a Tuesday, and the air in our farmhouse felt heavy with the scent of old wood and...
In the autumn of 2001, a fresh government had just taken the reins in the capital city of Veyra, and the press office of the Presidential Palace was a hive...
It was late autumn when we decided to finally repaint the upstairs hallway. The old color, a faded mustard, had begun to peel near the ceiling, and the musty smell...
The old cannery on Meridian Street had been dead for a decade before my father bought it. The neighborhood kids swore the basement was full of forgotten lockers, but the...
It happened during my third month at the Convergys site in Makati, back in 2010. The building was a converted warehouse that still smelled of diesel and old cardboard. We...
Listening to the woods...
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