sweet servicesHer words echoed inside me each time I picked up my tinting brush and helped the dead impersonate the living, if only for a few hours of viewing. By then, my life revolved around impersonation, ...
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Karl Khumo Calagan
writer, reader, law student, horror whore
Philippines
Selected work (3 publications)
saltwaterThey released a raft with a lone bouquet of flowers, none of them rosemary, none of them the tiny spots of lavender you loved to pick from your backyard to release into my cupped hands, ...
a floodingIt’s been six months since our grounds ran dry. The riddle of where all the water was from was one I stopped trying to solve, but where it's going, though—it’s as if all the world’s forests ...