Letter to M., #4

Dearest M., Do forgive me for putting these words into verses Which will just complicate things and None of us will want to see; but M. Is there anything on this Earth that is ever Complicated? Dearest M., I had a dream. I don’t even know if it was about the me and you Or […]

#conversation starter

#conversation starter

You asked me over the phone if I had been well, and if I had been able to get over my eating disorder. You didn’t specify exactly which type of eating disorder because we both know better than diving deep into the matter at hand. I asked you about your loneliness, your job as a […]

Chapter 17: Let’s Play Make-Believe

So, Mr. Nha, do you still stand by your statement that there is no relationship, whatsoever, between you and Mr. Hai? I look at the officer’s eyes. Today, the one interrogates me is the old detective. You always know it is trouble when it comes to old detectives. Too many pains, or too many experiences, […]

#last night, I dreamed of whales

Becky leads us to the dark shade of a cherry blossom tree. The petals are flying in the air, twirling and whirling in circles. A few petals fall on Becky’s soft, hairy head. She shakes it off with annoyance and sneeze. I’m always allergic to flowers, she says. It’s strange. I thought only people are […]

Letter to M. #1

Letter to M. #1

Dearest M. I was out in the evening with my mother and I thought of you. The thought of you being here with me has never been gone. And with time as its strongest armor, that thought has put me through the sweetest torture I can ever imagine. So, what’s up? Still good? Still pouring […]