Former Open City Fellow Mohamad Saleh answers ten questions about his writing life

By Mohamad Saleh
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Reportage

One of the last newsstands in New York City is also a keeper of local lore

Essays

By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.

A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines

Essays

Neil Doloricon’s art centered farmers, workers, underground revolutionaries, and those on the margins

Essays

The “New Society” had its own tricks. Billions disappeared from the nation’s coffers, clowns filled legislative positions.

Essays

The United States would support the Marcos dictatorship disguised as a “constitutional coup d’etat”

Essays

It was Imelda as much as Ferdinand who brought about the country’s ruination

Essays

The Marcoses have always been the masters of myth-making

Rebolusyonaryong panulaan noong panahon ng batas militar |
Revolutionary poetry during the martial law years

Fiction

I wondered if Pia was right, then, if I was seeking something too dangerous to be handled, a bomb that would kill me someday.

Poetry

At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.

Poetry

We are not rich, neither are we poor.

Essays

Creating a life in the shadow of the martial law years

Fiction

I was alone now, except the mold still had a strong presence I couldn’t ignore.  

Fiction

Kay hirap maging mahirap, kung hindi ka pa manginig sa galit ay hindi ka pa iintindihin.
| It’s so hard to be poor. If you don’t tremble with rage, they won’t try to understand you.

Poetry

How does it feel to watch / the seeds of your destruction / walk away from you?

Essays

We walked uphill where tall cogon grasses were already starting to don their silver shade.

Poetry

“@nature, i avoid you,” “my life newly painted is well,” and “@nature, teach me things”

Essays

I became a full-time community organizer in 1971. The Marcos government declared martial law in September 1972. A month later, the Marcos military came and arrested me.

Interviews

Former Open City Fellow Mohamad Saleh answers ten questions about his writing life

Reportage

One of the last newsstands in New York City is also a keeper of local lore

Poetry

At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.

Essays

By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.

Poetry

We are not rich, neither are we poor.

A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines

Essays

Neil Doloricon’s art centered farmers, workers, underground revolutionaries, and those on the margins

Essays

Creating a life in the shadow of the martial law years

Essays

The “New Society” had its own tricks. Billions disappeared from the nation’s coffers, clowns filled legislative positions.

Fiction

I was alone now, except the mold still had a strong presence I couldn’t ignore.  

Essays

The United States would support the Marcos dictatorship disguised as a “constitutional coup d’etat”

Fiction

Kay hirap maging mahirap, kung hindi ka pa manginig sa galit ay hindi ka pa iintindihin.
| It’s so hard to be poor. If you don’t tremble with rage, they won’t try to understand you.

Essays

It was Imelda as much as Ferdinand who brought about the country’s ruination

Poetry

How does it feel to watch / the seeds of your destruction / walk away from you?

Essays

The Marcoses have always been the masters of myth-making

Essays

We walked uphill where tall cogon grasses were already starting to don their silver shade.

Rebolusyonaryong panulaan noong panahon ng batas militar |
Revolutionary poetry during the martial law years

Poetry

“@nature, i avoid you,” “my life newly painted is well,” and “@nature, teach me things”

Fiction

I wondered if Pia was right, then, if I was seeking something too dangerous to be handled, a bomb that would kill me someday.