Fiction

Life Lessons

I tuck my one-year-old boy into bed and read a few passages from his favourite book—Lord of the Rings. He takes a puff on his cigarette and tips the ash into a...

Azrael at the Starbucks

There is an art to it, like getting ready for a date. For at least thirty minutes, after the shower, she will do her hair and makeup and assemble an outfit tha...

First Dance

Fuzzy yellow chicks swarm their mothers like bees. At water’s edge, where a wedding drags on, the groom is transfixed. How bitterly each brood chases after its...

I Love You, Mrs. Tresca

My love blooms on the ceiling in my sunless world. Mould merges with ancient water stains to form your noble chin, sharp cheekbones, your gentle brow. Cracks a...

Heat Lightning

When the lightning storms first started we turned to bowling—a nice, grounded sport where the ball rarely left the floor and the shoes felt insulated. We playe...

What the Women Do

Patrick was telling a story: ‘When they was coming to put us off, the first time, they sent along this kid. We knew we was good cause we was on a private ro...

Old Man Gogol

My brother has a new plan: hurl piss at Old Man Gogol’s face. Today. First my brother will piss into an empty Gatorade bottle, then he will ring Gogol’s doorbe...

“…for a Black girl”

1. No-lye Perm Relaxer (decades worth. enough for permanent damage) The two-hour-long process will burn your scalp, singe your ears, and cause your hair to fal...