Sometime in this literary magazine’s infancy, the editor contacted self (through this blog) and solicited a short story.
The issue was 1.2
Now, the magazine is in its sixth year.
The story self submitted to them was “Dumaguete.” Here’s an excerpt:
His mother had taken him to the green campus of Silliman University, and there, among the tall, old acacia trees, they’d stumbled across a small museum that held shells and various voodoo paraphernalia from the small island just offshore, Siquijor. From the city’s seaside promenade, one could just discern the faint outline of the island. All day, outriggers plied the distance between the large and small island, ferrying shell vendours and curious tourists to and fro. Carlos had heard numerous stories of this fabled place, but his mother showed no inclination to go there.
Intrigued? Want to read the rest of it? Go here.
“Dumaguete” is in self’s third story collection, The Lost Language (which is only available in the Philippines).
Self has been to that island, just off Dumaguete. At least three times.