Nonfiction

             It is a mild winter day in Buenos Aires, August of 1990, and my uncle Cacho, dark eyes convivial, is introducing me to an old friend in the Ezeiza Airport. My uncle's friend...

How do you make people listen? You tell stories.             For children, these stories usually featured mythical creatures. For Filipino children, these mythical stories always had a touch of darkness. Abduction, drowning, attacks, soul-stealing. For...

I’ve been trying to come up with something. Ideas have flitted by but passion has been attached to not a single one of them. My mind, my heart, everything in and about me is...

The Universe as a Fluke The laws of physics have always existed. They manifest as potential energy and interact randomly. They have no consciousness or purpose. They exist outside of space and time in a...

The seven fifteen alarm function of my smartphone had only time for a few bars of its xylophonic chime before I put it through the first session of its daily routine; three snoozes, at...

I was 14 when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded on January 28, 1986. I was glued to the classroom television because, like other school children in the US, I was actively taken along on...

a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage Several years ago, I visited Detroit, Michigan. I have no plan to do that again. Ever. Driving into Detroit from a surrounding...

I am on an emergency and ultimately fruitless run for 30x34 chinos, BabyTron blasting, coming to a full and complete stop before every right on red. My car sports a safety yellow “please be...

Yesterday afternoon the snow had finally begun falling from the sky. Mid-January, with barely any snow on the ground, was a runner's dream in Canada. Despite the cold and rainy conditions that fogged my...

When I think of disappearing, I think of 2012. The year Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange came out. Everyone was blasting it through headphones everywhere. When I think of that year and of Frank, I...