Ru by Kim Thuy 8 min @ Rooster cafe Sao Mai had cheated to get where she was. The remedies weren’t hers to claim but the dead can’t talk. Even if her mother had been able to denounce her, who would translate the shrill accusations of a half blind Cantonese Read more…
Self-Help by Lorrie Moore 8 min @ the desk, Toronto 4:44 Make a wish. Wish for a bigger apartment. Something with a wall between the bed and the table. You know the wishes don’t work. Except that one time. But it was 11:11. In the morning. Mornings are hard working the Read more…
In my early twenties I had a simultaneously high opinion of myself and not a clue who I was. I was a judgmental twat. It’s okay, when I look at my younger self I shake my head with loving patience. ‘She’ll learn in time’ present me smirks. My sense of Read more…
I Love Yous Are For White Peopleby Lac Su 5 min @ Starbucks on Bathurst & Queen, 10:54pm Mamma always gots mad when I loses things. Every time I loses something new she would list all the things I losed before. She says that’s why she won’t give me nothing Read more…
“I don’t have anything to do.” This is a common plaint of the nephews when they know exactly what they want to do but know it’s outside their reach. This is usually an activity involving a screen. It’s a version of the “I’m bored” whine I used to serve, sans Read more…
The Tao of Wu by RZA 8 min. @ Cafe Pamenar ” I don’t think you understood what I was trying to say”, Lila said. “Are you listening to me? Based on your reply I don’t think you understood my message. Did you even read it?” “Can you not attack Read more…
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 8 min @ Litttle Nicky’s Every morning. Like clockwork. Literally. Maris would rise at five thirty. He used an alarm. Had too, because of the insomnia. But he had to keep consistent or he’d lose his spot. Five thirty five: cold water on the Read more…
I love them. I love to soak in the soothing warmth of them and then wrap myself in their cashmere softness. Sometimes I inhale a perfect cluster of them that clears my head in a eucalyptus rush. Sometimes they come at me aggressively, all sharp angles and pointed jabs. And Read more…