Runner-Up Poem in the Shahid Ali Ghazal Contest

Vince Gotera Aswang Ghazal: Santiago’s Confession As long as I can remember, I’ve been aswang. Deadly hidden fact, the fate and life of an aswang. As a boy I found I could sprout black sleek fur, but only in hiding. Never to shout, “I Am Aswang!” The urge so great, so deeply seductively tempting, To…

The Goddess in the Groves of Academe

by Josh Davis Sometimes I think my years of graduate school have squelched my faith. My colleagues who are people of faith talk about their beliefs with shrugs and self-deprecating smiles. Most of them are Christians, or so I gather from their quick mentions of bible study and Sunday service. I feel bad for these…