You told your grandmother that you would be away from home for three years. You would fly from the jungles of Borneo to Singapore for an overseas students’ orientation. Thence to Heathrow, London on BOAC’s student airfare with stopovers in … more »
Relau, 1998
The water is a murky green, infected with moss and dirt. Sam looks at his reflection in the man-made pond, his short hair and round face next to June’s. Her long hair falls over her sharp face, both … more »
Tala was pregnant, but then she was not. Three times this happened. The first time she was pregnant, she was two days late, and peed on a stick. The first vertical line appeared and then a second. There were no … more »
Every morning, whether the sky is a cloudless forget-me-not blue or a grayscale thunderstorm, my older brother Davy opens his bedroom windows and takes a photo. On his happiest days, he opens all the windows in the house, as if … more »
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 young marriages told about in the stories by my grandmother. … more »
“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 in White Rock. My black hair blew gently in the … more »
Perhaps Rose was right and she was being, as her cousin put it, “ingloriously cruel.” Or was that vainglorious? Vaingloriously?
Didn’t matter. She wasn’t really listening. And Hien was a prick, had always been such a prick, and … more »
Everybody loves Chinese food, right? Chop suey, chow mein, sweet ‘n sour chicken balls, chicken fried rice—all the staples of Chinese-Canadian cuisine to eat in or take-out. So, introducing the eggroll would be readily greeted with open mouths. You’d think.… more »
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 half-ponytail.
“Do you take credit?”
The woman’s look of approval … more »
A year before I leave him for the last time, we take a trip together. Rachel is three, and we drive down to Maine in the summertime. By this time, I feel as though I am sleep-walking through the most … more »
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