Julie Koh

I first met Paul not long after my car and I split up. Technically it had been my aunt’s, but I loved it dearly and had lost it in a rendezvous with a speeding tree. I’d been wandering the streets without it when, one night, uptown, Paul came tumbling out of the entrance to some […]

Published in memory of 黃時森 Like all stories that fail the Bechdel Test, this one began when I left for London one November with a crush on a guy. He was a gold trader. I had met him in Sydney while he was back visiting his folks. He had winked and said, ‘Come to the […]