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 from the store engulf us
like shipwrecks. Before us, the … more »
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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 gropes for its habits:
ablutions, blinds withdrawn
praise for green … more »
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 man in a Patriots jacket walks in. I challenge the … more »
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 a woman’s bust
nipples erect and all
red and white … more »
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 faces folded
……..diploma clutched with … more »
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.
– Rhea Tregebov “Leaving Toronto”
I complain about the heat.
My … more »
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 memory, escaping like a fish
Like a blank slate
Dark … more »
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, their skin, his skin
Fingers hold tight to the handle … more »
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
teenagers, told me he’s reminiscent of the time when I … more »
……………… 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 if I really do
I assure you, I will not … more »