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Redemption stories

By Juaniyo Arcellana | December 19, 2015 - 9:00am

It took a foreigner to give name to a Filipino trait which the locals perhaps only suspected they had, and very likely took...

Starweek Magazine

Epilogue for the merest child

By Juaniyo Arcellana | September 11, 2011 - 12:00am

We buried ma’am Edith Tiempo on a monday, the last Monday of August.

Starweek Magazine

Stranger shores

By Juaniyo Arcellana | May 16, 2011 - 12:00am

Of course I’d seen Mishka Adams before, when she was only so high, probably just a toddler in her prairie dress, a yaya trailing in her folks’ art gallery in Pinaglabanan, San Juan in the mid ’80s...

Arts and Culture

Seven coins

By Juaniyo Arcellana | December 20, 2010 - 12:00am

Many things in life are beyond our control, but in your palm is drawn the power and the mercy.

Arts and Culture

Letter to a son off to college

By Juaniyo Arcellana | July 26, 2010 - 12:00am

Hi, hello, been a long time since we drove across town to be tardy for your class, even before the detour caused by the reconstruction work on South Superhighway near corner Quirino Ave., meant to fix a shaky b...

Arts and Culture

The last workshop of E. Superal Yee

By Juaniyo Arcellana | June 8, 2009 - 12:00am

How were we to know it was to be the last writers workshop of the poet and pianist, attorney Ernesto Superal Yee, the summer of 2009, when most mornings in the city of gentle people seemed as gentle as before, the...

Arts and Culture

Alias Denise Chou

By Juaniyo Arcellana | May 11, 2009 - 12:00am

It’s been three years since last I visited the adopted hometown in the south, Dumaguete City, so there must be a few changes in the city’s landscape waiting to be discovered by the intermittent trav...

Arts and Culture

In our time of workshop

By Juaniyo Arcellana | May 15, 2006 - 12:00am

We forgot to pay tribute to the late mad poet Jun Lansang, a dark and frightening figure from our childhood that may as well have been "the black thing," or that anonymous roving specter that could...

Arts and Culture

Strange, stranger, strangest

By Juaniyo Arcellana | August 18, 2004 - 12:00am

This being notes toward the advent of the third millennium, with a couple of scoops here and there, and a death anniversary as well. A night spent at a Mandaluyong hotel listening to Nick Joaquin’s favorite...

Arts and Culture

Strange, stranger, strangest

By Juaniyo Arcellana | August 16, 2004 - 12:00am

This being notes toward the advent of the third millennium, with a couple of scoops here and there, and a death anniversary as well. A night spent at a Mandaluyong hotel listening to Nick Joaquin’s favorite...

Arts and Culture