It was a day that hammered wrought iron into our lungs, having gashed our breath into rapid gasps. We rested cross-legged on the footpath, watching the cold light that ebbed …
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Poetry
A blue jay pulls his screech across thresholds of dawn, tripping me awake. Somewhere, someone else will stumble into a room built by the inevitable, lit with sconces. My routine …
Master Chung tells me most successful taekwondo schools are located in bad neighbourhoods. Big bullies are best for business, he says. Master Chung is cunning this way. One day a …
when my mom married my stepdad signed a deal along with his sponsorship papers he brought into our house a local souvenir a shot glass molded into the shape of …
kabayan ……..thirty-four years struggle for suitcase space ……..from the suffocating smog of a capital city ……..to the sandy slopes of an arabian kingdom class of 1999 ……..photo ripped edges blurred …
negotiates the smog and smear of my wide windows slick and smart and self-conscious across the hardwood Nobody will ever love this city like me Nobody would want to. – …
I will always be faithful to my banana cue suki Whose name I do not know Whose face I cannot place Her features dart hither and thither Slipping away from …
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 …