Philippine Literature

My brother Kiko once had a very peculiar chicken. It was peculiar because no one could tell whether it was a rooster or a hen. My brother cl...

Dr. Gerald McAllister listened to the rattle of doors being locked and footsteps clattering on the marble floors. The doctors and nurses wer...

When I was four, I lived with my mother and brothers and sisters in a small town on the island of Luzon. Father’s farm had been destroyed in...

And she will not stop eating, another pot, another plate, another mouthful of sadness, and she will grow bigger and bigger, and she will bur...

Among us who lived in Espeleta – that street that I love, about whose people I keep telling tales – among us, I say, there was one named Mar...

The old people had ordered that the dancing should stop at ten o’clock but it was almost midnight before the carriages came lining up to the...

For the Angeles family, Mr. Angeles’ homecoming from his periodic inspection trips was always an occasion for celebration. But his homecomin...