Ash by Malinda Lo

Fairy tales, we’ve all heard them. The twists of Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty,  sometimes we’ve heard enough. Sometimes it’s the princess that always needs saving and the prince who always is handsome. But, not in Ash.

Ash is a reworked tale of Cinderella, told without the fairy godmother, the glass slipper and the prince. Malinda Lo adds a beautiful touch of ancient lore and stories about fairy folk, that combines skillfully with the homely setting of the Wood.

Imagine, fairies, huntresses and a stubborn step family, all wrapped up in a double romance that the protagonist must navigate. This story delves deep into danger, mystery and the unknown and how our perceptions change.

Her mother died, her father died, her step-mother is bent on making her pay for her father’s debts. She finds friendship in the wood with a fairy , who grants wishes for a deadly price, at the same time, she falls in love with the Huntress. What a pot of soup!

I wonder what’s else?

A wonderfully, drawn out twist on the classical Cinderella, this one will surely teach girls about the different options in life.

Suitable for older kids starting at preferably thirteen, as contains risky language, and themes commonly censored. Try it, you never know.


No Title

Why would I title anything?

When the piece speaks for itself?

For I have lost my ideas,

The swirling mass of randomness has deserted,

Suddenly by watching this screen,

I could be joyful celebrating the two new followers,

Or remenbering when the first poet began to follow,

But that has no importance when I am lost,

I have written a sonnet,

Whether good or bad, I cannot tell,

Whether it will be questioned as mine,

Is probably in the future,

But I care no more,

Believe or not,

You have your reasons,

I have mine and I can.

So. I. Will.

That’s it,



I wonder and I think,

Propose a question,

There is a plastic liner in coffee cups,

Does that contain BPA?

There are plastic straws that we drink from,

Does that contain BPA?

We have take-out containers,

Plastic containers,

Plastics to be certain and free and others toxic,

We are confused by the industries,

Led to believe what we do not believe,

Is there really BPA everywhere,

It’s toxic and banned in baby bottles,

Is it the time to write that email and letter to ban this for good?

Masculinity vs.Feminism

There are movements in the world,

Ones for slavery,

Genders, Water, Food and Life,

Rights have been fought for,

And against,

Our histories splattered with the inks of movements,

Wether revolutionary or not,

They prevail,


The movement for women’s rights,


The men’s rights have been outshadowed,


Not the Men’s Rights Movement,

But Masculinity,

What about the sterotypes surrounding teenagers in the media?

Buff Prince Charming,

Always rescuing the damesels,

But, who saves the guys?

Not all guys are buff, strong or manly…

Some are smart, ambitious, or skinny,

We have to realize that with Feminism comes Masculinity,

There are sterotypes just waiting to be smashed on the male side,

That the man has to care for the women,

That the man has to earn wages,

That boys don’t cry even in need,

That boys aren’t allowed to backdown,

And that they can’t play with dolls,

Nor the female-related items,

Lipstick is for all,

Whoever wants it,

Dolls are for all,

Art is for all,

Science is for all,

and both genders should be taken care of,

By the opposite side,

In media.



What does it mean?

Numbers on a clock?

The gray hairs on your scalp?

The magazine that cleverly calls itself time?

What ever it is,

It moves fast,

Compare to a stopwatch, a clock, a calendar, your school years,

And stop and think of all the days lost,

Time does go fast,

Faster, just because you lived through that,

It might have been slow,

Torturous at first,

But look back and realize how far we’ve come,

And the beauty of time.




The sky was just light,

Then it darkened and let out a wail,


Pouring rain hit the ground,

I hear it in the gutters,

And think,

It’s only September!

Where’s the sun,

It’s typical in this area,

Wet Raincouver is what they say,

Rain, rain, rain…

Vancouverites must be so enduring of these downfalls,

Fresh smelling rain,

Umbrellas in water bottle holders,

Water-proof shoes,

All the rage,

Beautiful rain in lit up skies.