
You Can Learn A Lot About Love From This
Each Monday we flipped a coin to decide who would love the other more. On Wednesday we played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would roll their eyes and shake their head. If everything else failed…
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Where to Begin and End
“Once upon a time” is the way I’m used to stories beginning. At least that’s how my mother always began a story. And I don’t mean just bedtime stories in which a ̶…
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Eating alone
White rice topped with beef curry gravy, beef rendang, garlicky morning glory greens, jackfruit curry with lots of turmeric, sweet and sour cucumber salad, and sambal as fruity as it is fiery— it&#…
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My son
The forest gives him to me in installments—first his weight and length, then the way his head finds the space between my breasts. The curve of my neck cradles where his skull is not yet closed, a t…
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O
Look for old books tools for monks or schools not throngs of morons or fools Books of logs, songs, or plots so good for both lords of gold crowns, poor folk, or common crowds. Short books for cool …
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My Son’s Hands
I studied them seconds after his birth, marvelled at the rightness of them, how they knew to form like so. Now, they are ten years old, nails bitten to the quick while we watch Star Wars from I to …
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Tunnel
The train moves through a tunnel. Grey when we enter, blue at the other end. We are doors to rooms with doors to other rooms. Do we deserve such endlessness? The train winds through woods leafy wit…
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Spare
My friend tells me to get a house, big like hers, with spare rooms. Her rooms are spare, all right: polished baseboards, stale air. In her house, talk is spare, everyone in their corners. In my sma…
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From the Bathroom Window One Morning
Row of spruces at the back of the backyard, grown so tall, starting to block the scenic view of sunsets over the faraway western hills. From the bathroom window, I see the spindly top of one start …
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The Invitation
After work we meet at Donnely’s Pub to sort through this revelation, this attraction we felt for months but until this morning had gone unspoken. It was a flirtation that helped us survive th…
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