May shrugs her left shoulder to keep her bag from slipping, glances up across the classical vinyl section in search of wayward Mimi, and then back down to the slim cardboard sleeves, hoping to alight on something rare, something that … more »
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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 »
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 »
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
At restaurants, overlooked
single mom with three kids, no father
to focus … more »
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, a girl
feigns stomping on your face.
You run to … 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 »
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 »
I was just a child in the backseat of the car. It was an old Honda civic. Grey in colour. My mother was driving. I don’t remember where we were headed. I don’t remember anything else of that day, except … more »