Cast iron stove
Burnt tofu roast
One by one they’ll eat
My burnt tofu roast
For now they all gather,
Like seagulls that never scatter,
Harping on about what and what
No one knows better
But I hope the wine is fine,
And the tofu although burnt, divine
I hope they take the time
To say that at least she tried...
In English,
We don’t end sentences in because
Nor do we start with it either
For there’s always a reason
And no matter what
They’ll always be a reason.
That’s why they always ask my reasons
Why do you study mandarin?
Why not French or your mother’s tongue?
How do you know you like them?
How do you know you’ll get there?
Do you know how many you have failed?
Why would you want a second degr...
Sometime in late February of the new decade is when it happened. Mom always drove me to school since we moved to Brampton, which I was grateful for. Felt like I was finally experiencing some stereotypical childhood core memories. She parked in front of the school and wished me goodbye. I think she was angry at me for something but I don’t remember nor do I care. She was always angry at me for the ...
Lisa was once again stuck but this time not of a mental block. Instead she had wondered far off into the nearby forest, with nothing on her but the clothes she had on. Her previously white sneakers were now altered by her steps through the mud. Scratched up by the sides and practically ruined.
She thought to herself, “never will I wear this again.”
How could she go home? She could go back the s...
