There Was No White Wedding

In the Philippine summer after my matriculation, I was failing to explain to my aunt via my mother’s frustrated sign language: I was not married. Her misunderstanding arose upon receiving a photograph of a smiling couple: myself in a tuxedo and a young woman in ivory, clutching a vendela rose bouquet and beneath, flourishing English…

The Nightmarchers Before Halloween

“‘Kay, Esteban, you on break.” As Esteban stepped away from his position, he lifted his chin in acknowledgment. With a barely suppressed sigh, he pulled off the latex monster hands he had been waving at patrons of the haunted house. Once past the curtains, he mingled with the exiting patrons. Esteban walked past the other…

Our First New Moon Night in Kunia

In the distance, Waipahu town lights scrape away at the black edge of this evening sky with the monochromatic yellow of sodium vapor lamps. Beneath us, we do not notice the new asphalt roof tiles still warm from slanting afternoon sunlight, nor the faint salt taste of the last onshore breeze. Enchanting our imaginations is…

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