Return

Sunbeams gently shine through the white lace curtain from the glass door in the bedroom. With your head sticking out to see the morning sidewalks, I see your tan small body and fluffy curly tail. It must be around 6 o’clock. I barely fell back to sleep after my racing thoughts woke me up inContinue reading “Return”

The Hurt In Us (Part Three)

This past summer, my high school classmate, who is now an English lecturer, invited me to the university she works for in Macau to give a talk. We were not close friends during high school. Lately, however, we had been chatting over social media messaging platform about common intellectual interests—feminism, racism, pedagogy—and more mundanely, ventingContinue reading “The Hurt In Us (Part Three)”