Archive for April 2005
Sing me something soft, sad and delicate, or loud and out of key, sing me anything.
Posted by: heyday on: April 30, 2005
One: Maybe it was the way Teochew rolled off their tongues like it was the most natural thing in the world. My mother was greatly amused, watching these children – four, six and seven, probably – speak to one another in the dialect that I’ve yet to master in my twenty years of being in [...]
I know there’s a word for this.
Posted by: heyday on: April 18, 2005
- In: Fiction
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We don’t have seasons around here. I wish I could say I met you at the beginning of autumn and we watched the leaves turn red and orange like fiery moments of passion and certainty. Maybe I’ll ask for a fallen leaf and as you bend to pick it up, I’ll slip the scarf off [...]
Trying to replace, to displace; trying to explain, to refrain; knowing I could never know some things.
Posted by: heyday on: April 10, 2005
“Do you love me?” he asks. You laugh out loud, your body contracting, your head dipping under. You come up with a mouthful of water and spit it in his face. He wipes his eyes, then reaches his hand out and grabs your arm, pulls you toward him. You expect him to force you under, [...]
Just don’t treat me like I’m something that happened to you.
Posted by: heyday on: April 5, 2005
i want to memorise the lines of your smile
and curves of your shoulder, the left one,
how it holds my face and the
weight of possibility.
i want to write onto paper the sound of your voice
telling me about your yesterday and
how it would be the last without
the mention of my name.
i want to keep in my pocket
the [...]
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