Dead Little Things

after Fiona Lu   My mother gathers electric starlight  and sows them across the balcony. Plunge into soil, leave behind a flame.   The same fingers snap the necks of garlic bulbs,  unravel each layer of dead white skin,  over and over again. My mother has...

The Swimming Pool Metaphor

When I was fourteen years old, I discovered that swimming pools are a metaphor for love. The source of my discovery was Macdonald Hall: Go Jump in the Pool! by Canadian writer Gordon Korman. In a story about boarding schools and friendship and refusing to let go, the...