Raissa Claire R. Falgui is a Filipina author whose most recent speculative fiction publications include a story in the anthology Fly by Night, and several in her collection Dreaming of the Sea. Due to the knowledge she has picked up throughout her studies and various writing and editing jobs, most of her works have to do with history, culture, and mythology often combined with elements of romance. Her historical novel Woman in a Frame was shortlisted for the Philippine National Book Awards in 2015. Her collection Virtual Centre and other Science Fiction Stories, published by Penguin Random House SEA, includes an update of her Palanca-winning future fiction story. 

Now an editor at Milflores Publishing, she is a graduate of the University of the Philippines with an MA in Creative Writing and a BA in Art Studies. She is married to Ateneo English teacher Joel Falgui and they have three children.

by  Raissa Claire R. Falgui

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I saw him blundering through the forest before he saw me. Naturally. I was the goddess of Mt. Makiling and he was a mere mortal. And he was getting old. It had been over twenty years since I had last seen him. But I knew him, old and stooped and anguished as he was. 

“What a surprise to see you here, Dodong,” I said, as I appeared before him. “How have you been all these years? And how is my namesake?”

For he had named his daughter, his only child, after me. That had been what he promised me after digging up a pot of gold from beneath the roots of the mighty narra tree I had forbidden the ambitious furniture-maker to cut down. A simple reward for his humble compliance. He was so delighted! 

Though I said nothing of it, I made sure that my future namesake would be blessed with all the finest attributes. Beauty. Grace. A way with plants, especially flowers. She was such a perfect epitome of femininity, I heard that she managed to transcend her plain, common name of Maria the Spaniards had tacked onto my true name Makiling, and became known as Mariang Mayumi. Simply Mayumi, in recent years, for her sweet and modest nature. Overly modest, perhaps. She was known in her town for extreme shyness and reticence. 

Mary Gigi Constantino was a fellow at the UP ICW Amelia Lapeña-Bonifacio Writers Workshop for Speculative Fiction (2016). She finished the certificate program: Sertipiko sa Panitikan at Malikhaing Pagsulat sa Filipino from Polytechnic University of the Philippines last 2021. Her work has been included in speculative fiction anthologies like “Kathang Haka: The Big Book of Fake News” (2022, UST Publishing House) and “May tiktik sa bubong, May sigbin sa silong” (2017, Ateneo Press). Her story “Dumaan si Butiki” was published by Adarna House and was awarded as one of the Best Reads for Children for 2014-2015 by NBDB and PBBY. Her latest story, “Duyan Pababa Sa Bayan”, was published by Anvil in partnership with Room to Read.

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ni Mary Gigi Constantino

(English version: The Last Migration) 

Mas maginaw kaysa rati ang madaling araw at nasa hangin ang amoy ng ulan. Sumiksik si Marga sa kanyang sulok sa jeepney at hinatak ang pandong upang matakpan ang kanyang mukha. Sumandal siya at pumikit,  sinusubukang ‘di makinig sa daldalan ng mga pasaherong kaharap. Nais niya sanang makaidlip bago pumasok sa trabaho pero napakaingay ng mga marites. Pinagtatalunan nila ang butanding sa palabas ng KMJS kagabi. Peke yun, pilit ng isa. Di alam ni Marga kung sinong papaniwalaan, at wala rin siyang pake. 

Nangatal siya nang rumagasa ang hangin mula sa bintana. Harurot ang jeepney. Madalas ganito sila kapag walang gaanong tao o ibang sasakyan sa kalsada. Hindi pa sumisikat ang araw, at sira ang ilang ilaw ng mga poste. Unti-unti siyang nakaidlip. Nilunod ng ugong ng makina ang mga boses ng iba, hanggang parang mga lamok na lang sila sa kanyang tainga. Inaantok din ang tsuper, kaya naisipan niyang gisingin ang sarili at magpatugtog ng radyo nang napakalakas.

“PARO PARO G PARO PARO G—”

Punyeta.