My manicurist tells me she left her country because she sought a better life. Now she makes people pretty for a living. I watch her draw little flowers on my …
He tries so hard to prove himself— Through every syllable, every word, he enunciates slowly, Pursuing excellence, perfection but, the words refuse to cooperate with his work. And so, he …
Tired, so tired, held up by fraying strings, she’d drag us through throngs at sales. We’d shrivel, she’d fume. “Service! I need service!” Clerks could never shush her. At restaurants, …
At the grade eight dance, they find you hiding behind folded lunch tables, seize your hands and feet, drag you across the floor like a mop. On the dance floor, …
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, …