Fingers on a dollar, slid towards the till Fingers take the dollar with its uncertain will Fingers on a pin pad, skin to the button My skin, her skin, …
just today I reminded my parents that I only have two more months of being a teenager. in further conversation, my dad, who argued that nineteen years olds are not …
……………… Sure, I would paint my skin Into a colorless colour, & I would dye my hair Wear two blue contacts, & I would even Go for plastic surgery, but …
In the spring, I would lose my mother to gardens. I, smaller and graceless, would stay inside reading, trying and failing to keep sight of her through the window. Eventually, …
when i was a child i’d mistake her for my mother …..or my mother for her in the roundness of her face circular cheeks forever youthful black wire horsehair artist’s …
“Where’s the harm?” Gladys asks. “$20 for—it isn’t like you haven’t done it at all, Sheila.” “That’s different. They were guys I liked,” Sheila says with a wistful smile. “You …
I play with the fire of my own truth. I will burn for the things I love. from Mahabharata I was won by a man wielding a bow. Then a …
We need to move, you, me, the dog. We need to go somewhere, a small house with more space. Somewhere where this life cannot get to us. The dog will …
Juxtaposing Pulp Thriller and Character Introspection Following up his debut novel, Kings of Petaling Street, former Senior Editor of Ricepaper William Tham’s forthcoming sophomore piece The Last Days moves away …
The weekend was stormy, quite usual for Fall in Vancouver. During my conversation with Nhung Tran-Davies about her young adult novel A Grain of Rice sees water as a force …