When it was circular

It’s a bet he says.
I win and you give me a chance
And so their hands swift to sun
Move in sways across the brick wall
Counting misses and points
Desire drenched on a wall of
cool rain and warm sweat.
And she knows from the start
before she ever agreed
she didn’t need the game at all.

Justine F. Chan


Justine Chan has been writing since she was 8; teaching for 17 years, but it took 30 years to find her voice. These submissions are just a snippet. May you discover this Guyanese immigrant who can dance in her Ariats from her Kalamazoo country roots or eat pepper-sauce fries on the stoops in Far Rockaway NY. A mom of three today who teaches English Literature in Long Island to feed her real passion … words.

© 2018