The clock radio lit up, the music washed gently over his sleeping body and seeped into his dreams.

No matter how many articles I read about Asians, the thing that strikes me is the portrayal of Asians as a people who have not fully matured, who have not become fully individualized...

From Heaven’s hand my love was formed; from only Heaven did she come; a true miracle was performed and all who say ought else are dumb.

“Gee! Aunt Marge”, said Julia, raising an exotic looking cocktail to her lips , “It’s really neato, you taking me out to a sophisticated nightspot like this on my 30th birthday.

My grandmother is Preparing the Nopales In the kitchen-- It is dawn. As she cuts Away at the Flesh of The ancient Plant, Stripping it Of its thorns, I see Our future, Raza:

Dear girl who I eye up and down and decide I wouldn’t want to be friends with, your tripod hamstrings and bum breasts you look like a piglet on stilts.

Some lines on gentrification and the destruction of the last of the old Brixton squats

Trapped, caged, clipped wings, by the window, looking out, into the sky, through the bars, home, a stones drop away, merciless.