• Us Kids

    Us Kids

    One February, Mum made me write notes on Scooby-Doo valentines. She called out “run–on sentence” and “comma splice” before ordering me to scratch my…

  • Tunnel Market

    Tunnel Market

    There were two main rules when in the tunnel market. First and foremost, keep your hands in your pockets and your handbags at home…

  • Among The Stones

    Among The Stones

    At night, all you could hear were the voices of the dead. The long–gone, the recently–gone, the unremembered; every voice in the graveyard made…

  • The Fever Grove

    The Fever Grove

    I wake crouching against rough bark. Taking a few short breaths to center myself in this new realm, echoes of memories tell me the…

  • The King of Ithaca

    The King of Ithaca

    The letter said, “I’m not as pretty as I used to be.” Underneath was written the time his train would arrive…

  • Unpunctual Buses and Growing Sideways

    Unpunctual Buses and Growing Sideways

    The expectation that my first step on campus this fall would declaw the kindred estrangement that had latched onto me since 2020 was one…

  • How Far We’ve Come

    How Far We’ve Come

    If you said, long ago when we were / young, when the Sun flew like an idol / and mothered us, that we’d crouch…

  • Wistful Seasons

    Wistful Seasons

    sunscreen-covered cheeks mark late spring / when blisters blossom on palms and a waft / of overripe coconut dances with freshly cut grass /…

  • Your Favourite Red Pen

    Your Favourite Red Pen

    Amid the achromic / graphite pencils and the fine-tip / washable markers and the / ballpoint gel pens, you pick / her out from…

  • Grocery List

    Grocery List

    I started collecting them / like a middle-aged woman / collects coupons / saving them / like mementos / of strangers whose faces I’ve…