1990 Palanca Awards - English Division

English Division

Novel

  • Grand Prize Winner: Azucena Grajo Uranza, “Bamboo in the Wind"

Short Story

  • Special Prizes

Charlson Ong, “A Tropical Winter's Tale”
Vicar Rosales, “Islas”
Isagani R. Cruz, “Once Upon A Time Some Years From Now”
Victorino Manalo, “The Hunting Season”
Isagani R. Cruz, “What I Did Last Summer”

Short Story for Children

  • First Prize: Ramon Sunico, “Two Friends, One World”
  • Second Prize: Alfred A. Yuson, “The Boy Who Ate the Stars”
  • Third Prize: Jaime An Lim, “Yasmin”

Essay

  • First Prize: Isagani R. Cruz, “The Other Other: Towards a Post Colonial Poetics”
  • Second Prizes: Buenaventura S. Medina Jr., “The Conscious Unconscious”
Eric Gamalinda, “The Unbearable Lightness of EDSA”
  • Third Prize: No Winner

Poetry

  • First Prize: Ricardo De Ungria, “Body English” and “Decimal Places”
  • Second Prizes:
Jose Y. Dalisay Jr., “Pinoy Septych and Other Poems”
Jaime An Lim, “Trios”
Fidelito Cortes, “Waitressing for the Exterminator”
  • Third Prizes: Ma. Luisa A. Igloria, “Cartography”
J. Neil C. Garcia, “Fish Wife and Other Poems”
Lina Sagaral Reyes, “Istorya”

One-Act Play

  • First Prize: No Winner
  • Second Prize: No Winner
  • Third Prize: Dean Francis Alfar, “Fragments of Memory”

Full-Length Play

  • Honorable Mentions:
Bobby Flores Villasis, “Eidolon”
Wilfrido Ma. Guerrero, “Retribution”

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