In the drowsy sunlight, the focus of time appears blurred. I guess the psychological term for this phenomenon […]
short story
“…it matters not if you elude my arms, my heart, when my thought alone can imprison you.” — […]
To begin with somebody much like any other is walking and continues to walk along streets much like […]
You are working in a Korean restaurant in Scarborough as a dishwasher and you live above it with […]
You may say I’ve lost my mind, living here, but I ask you friend, who needs a mind? […]
In On Your Feet, Jacqueline Feldman uses a short story by Nathalie Quintane to probe what translation is, […]
THE PASSIONS—‘I’M IN LOVE WITHA GERMAN FILM STAR’ (POLYDOR 7”, 1981) Four slow notes of shiver, blush, echoplex, […]
The building, discreet. Its windows, cracked and greasy from years of neglect. Its previous identity, a shell for […]
I. Martel’s Position Martel’s position is a strange one, very strange. Yes, strange, strange is the only word. […]
Clouds open like envelopes. My fingers touch a damp sponge to white. I have limited time. Water trickles […]
minor literature[s] 