Zoë S. Roy is a Toronto-based writer who has always been an avid reader, even during the Cultural Revolution. As a writer of literary fiction, Zoë focuses on women’s cross-cultural …
Have you ever had those dreams you know, those carbon-dark sorts of dreams? Where monsters and men made of the same fabric move in and out of each other, amorphic? …
Our new L-shaped house embraced a pool as its heart, a curving figure eight, turquoise shimmer mirroring turquoise clapboard. My father’s pristine pride May through September. He’d skim off leaves, …
The death of Benjamin occurred curtly past the midnight of November eleventh. Twelve years, a short amount for those of his kind has lasted longer than the love of the …
“Get out of here! You’re not welcome!” Two white men whizzed by from behind me in a Ford Ranger while I was sauntering back home from the grocery store here …
“What does fashion mean to you?” is a question that has always resounded among Canadian-Asian youth. Growing up in Canada as a member of the Asian diaspora, be it Korean, …
I wrote one million poems not one featured the word brown. I scalpeled my own pulsing heart excised all trace of spice or silk routes stepped politely away from ugly …
There are clouds on the move to the end of their edges, close to the end of their own shapes. Frayed where nothing was ever woven, they unravel what no …
Her voice sliced through bar chatter. “A shot and a beer.” She pointed to the special on the board. The bartender nodded, sanctioning Kareena’s boldness with the movement of her …
der·e·lic·tion /ˌderəˈlikSH(ə)n/ noun the state of having been abandoned and become dilapidated. “every year valuable gardens start the slow slide to dereliction” We are looking for short stories, creative non-fiction, …