Montreal Serai

Jennie was seven when she first met Tai,  her father’s sister. Sadashiv, her father,   had been longing to return to  Read more…

Dans le secret moite de ma poche de paletot, mon index lèche sans répit la courbe de la languette. Avec  Read more…

There goes Rudy!  Now that is a tuff dude— what’s up carnal! Everybody greets him. As the homies pay their  Read more…

      Tous les quelques jours, en marchand sur Quattro Venti, je croise un vendeur de bricoles itinérant. Ils  Read more…

  Burning hot it keeps becoming, and Professor Ivor and I have been traipsing around the island. Tall, angular, and  Read more…

      Il était une fois un petit monstre très laid et très méchant, qui portait en lui des  Read more…

    C’est en descendant de la montagne que je l’aperçus pour la première fois. Mon premier réflexe eût été  Read more…

  Los Angeles, February 1972   Dear children: When I myself was a child, in Italy, and toured the country  Read more…

Pain was his lot. He had to endure it constantly since . . .  Well, he could not even remember  Read more…

  In a café somewhere a light switch clicked behind a blue paint-chipped door. The bright light which crept out  Read more…

  …I don’t know why I’ve agreed to this… but here I am… here we are… he briskly raps the  Read more…

            In grade seven, I had a crush on Eric.  Tall, lean, gorgeous Eric.  He was in the same year  Read more…