By Rex Catubig   “If you came this way, Taking any route, starting from anywhere, At any time or at any season, It would always be the same: you would have to put off Sense and notion. You are not here to verify, Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity Or carry…

By Rex Catubig   NOWADAYS, when Puto (local rice muffin, not the gay Mexican variant) is mentioned, it comes with the descriptive prefix Calasiao. Just like the fish Bangus which is irrevocably identified with Dagupan, Puto and the township of Calasiao are mentioned in the same breath and have become…

By Rex Catubig   WE call her Nana, a term of endearment both deferential and affectionate, though often said in jest. She was mother hen to us–who became her extended family, dysfunctional and unorthodox–a motley assortment of lovesick, lovelorn, or just crazies in love–or so we thought. Rex at the…

By Rex Catubig   EVERY culture has its own unique way of grappling with the concept of death and redemption; of life here and life hereafter. It manifests itself in some odd rites and rituals: perhaps bizarre, absurd, irrational and fanciful. But beneath all that, they are ultimately ennobling because…

By Rex Catubig   LIKE an exclamation point to the shrill wheezing of the disc grinder cutting through the metal tubes for my fence , a ping sounded on my messenger that opened to a very casual message asking if I could accommodate a merienda meeting among a couple of…

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