At first there’s no warmth. Only the hot black pain of frostbite. Then like a shock, the blankness ends again and I feel my skin start to thaw, my blood slowly pulsing through veins that had almost forgotten how to push it. How long?
Being a Canadian woman writer of European descent, I came into Fauzia Rafique’s The Adventures of SahebaN without background knowledge of the role (Mirza) Sahiba plays in much of traditional Punjabi culture. The beauty of Rafique’s text however, is how my lack does not impact my understanding of how the narrative turns a cultural model for perfectionContinue reading “Drums of Change: A Review of Fauzia Rafique’s The Adventures of SahebaN”
I’m one of the lucky ones. I mean, I never got hooked. Could’ve happened of course, that’s always a danger when you’re a Trader. Got a whole supply at my fingertips, could tap in anytime I want–be like those kingpins over there, rattling their yellow teeth my way, hopped up on the stuff, eyes crazy. ButContinue reading “Narcotic”
3 AM, downtown’s deserted. Just my truck and the road. I shouldn’t have come this way, too high profile for carrying valuable cargo. Hitting every red light, besides. Good thing the cops are all busy with them murderers and ruddy fucks causing shit where they shouldn’t. I don’t plan on meeting any trouble. Not tonight,Continue reading “Mutiny Point”
“Think that one looks fresher than the others?” I flick my cigarette at a grave to my left. Both of us watch as the cherry fades into the yellowing sod. “What’s the name?” “Hughes, 1943 to 1987,” I say. Nicholas gives the stone angel a kick. The priest at the bottom of the hill stopsContinue reading “Valley View’s Dead”