These last few days, I’ve been living off the oranges growing in the front yard of our bungalow. They hang heavy on the trees before littering the ground, like fallen worlds.
Marilyn’s Wig (1999)
How to Pick ‘Em
As for writing talent, it shows in every line. You can sometimes tell from one line, like the ancient Romans could prophesize from bird flights, or the entrails of something, that there is gold in the riverbed.
Bliss Montage by Ling Ma
About “Yeti Lovemaking” I’d offer the observation that it’s, as only Ling Ma can imagine, a challenge.
The Privilege I’ve Got
If I master English, receive an English-based education, I will open a crack and have some fluidity seep through my rigid passport. Maybe one day it will open a gate of opportunities for me to move around like those who call themselves “global citizens.” And that’s what I did. That’s why I am here, typing in a language that doesn’t belong to me.
The Visit; Single Mother; Stepfather; Tonya
At bedtime, during stay-overs, Listerine became gin Bathroom doors stayed locked as we kept our mouths full Pretended to savor the taste of liquor The sink counter, our night-time bar and place Where we picked up our men.
Flashing; Cycles; Growth
They’re angry at having to deal with this, at their sons being young and destructive and stupid enough to get caught.