a curious melange of the feminine and the masculine. dresses first in loose pants like a boy and tops it off with a pink blouse with a ribbon, or lace. walks with feet aimed straight always, sometimes with a happy bounce, moving the pony tail like a pendulum. and sometimes trudges along as if the whole world was stuffed in the backpack. eyes are ( Read more... )

We were sitting on the grass of the hill overlooking the small apartment houses below. The parking lot was almost empty completely except for a couple of people walking towards one lone car. It looked almost beautiful, with the people so small and the wide expanse of the sky just a few inches away from the ground ( Read more... )

“Hey, listen.”
Lisette, 14, and Magda, 18, were in Lisette's room, reading. Lisette sat leaning against the headboard and Magda sat by her legs, hunched cross-legged over The Fountainhead. At some point Magda had looked up from her book and had stared at Lisette for a few seconds, but Lisette had ignored her. Now Lisette looked up from Pride and ( Read more... )

sometimes i lie awake at night eyes ajar to the darkness, drinking it all in like milk, magic ( Read more... )

the vietnamese hair cutter's name is suzan. you take the go bus all the way to the finch station, take the subway westward until you hit the last stop. get on another bus till you get there. chinese suburbia. get off, walk across the slush to the back building with the big chinese sign in a column. "dragon" my sister says, "is the second character ( Read more... )

i wish i lived in a room of red ( Read more... )

Ahh beautiful girl. A man once spoke to me near tears, for he meant to say I will not have him. He knew before he opened his mouth and spoke that I did not speak the same language. And yet he tried, and I with vengeance him denied.

if i had a car i would drive to the crotch of the thumb and four fingers and nestle in its nooks and crannies ( Read more... )

The fish swam in single file, as if they were men passing through the turnstile on their way to the cockpit.

men robed men who valued life in all its forms they gathered all the flowers blown hither by a snow storm and placed them in water-filled bowls