

Daddy I Think I Saw Your GhostDear daddy, I think I grew up happy, a strange sort of happy,Daddy I Think I Saw Your Ghost
sick and twisted, wild imaginings, not really, maybe I was my daddy's wish for a boy, made into a girl with his facial complexities - his precious little pearl.
Because my earliest memories of pop culture was Arnie the Terminator drowning in vermillion (memorised off a Colleen colour pencil label in '92) lava,
thumbs up goodbye to Sarah Linda Hamilton and John Edward Furlong Connor
I was a spacewoman and I could be on a spaceship
atop my daddy's heaving stomach, bobbing in outer space the glare of the tele


A Ship With Your NameI never quite knew which ships they were; the ones that, in the saturated silence of the earlyA Ship With Your Name
morning, sailing away, blared horns, low, muffled,
like a bass choir chanting a single note.
Like a consistent, even overused metaphor Ships could be sad symbols; farewells and goodbyes galore Through this window I spot one sailing far beyond the boundless ocean, disappearing in the midnight mist
Oh, like a stealth, swift thief of the night very much like how you were once before - That one could a be an oil tanker - drowning gulls in the black, murky trails zigzagging
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In Her WakePrologue.In Her Wake
Devon Wong returned home to find his parents squabbling in the den.
"Not again," Devon mumbled to himself. He noticed that it was becoming uncontrollable. His father was starting to hurl vulgarities at his sobbing mother. This was not the first time his father was cursing his own spouse. It surprised Devon why his mother never chose to leave; he loved his mother that it broke his heart seeing her being abused wrongly.
This time, he was not going to let it perpetuate anymore.
Slamming the door behind him, Devon shouted to his dad, "Enough, Dad! If you're inhuman, that's
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