Tumbang Preso

A young writer came up to me today. You write so well, she said. What is your technique? I felt diluted. Like I really wasn’t the talent I ...

I was at the coffee shops looking for this book I just took back from a friend who refused to read it because I asked her to, and I couldn...

Southbound am I. There's no other way. Incidentally. *** Chopping heads, making a new tract. My God, how refreshing. My cold blood warms...

“This daily news reporting... sometimes I feel like I’d jump on it,” she complains. Perhaps, seeing too that, I, fictionist and sometime es...

Writing or not writing, I am all that I am. And yet there’s this, too: that I’m the best thing that ever happened to me, though not to you, ...

Letters of Leonard Woolf being sold at P375 at NCCC Mall Booksale. In another booksale (at Victoria Plaza) I found Virginia Woolf’s A Room ...

photo: Marc Calumpang story by Paul Brinkley-Rogers I asked the young woman from Venezuela if I could buy her a drink. She told me it was h...