topless in the grey light of the master bath, accompanied by store-bought seashells and soaps, a painting of dune grass, remember how we...

I only know Power from the other side of my mother’s eyes when she asks me, what does it mean, my only job is to dress the slur in...

Growing feels a lot more like incessantly turning, wondering which memory from your past will take a new form in the future. Feel the...

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a lovely, young queen with black locks who lived high up in a castle with an angry,...

Shanti rolls the loose end of the sari and ties it tightly around her waist. She sits down on the inverted tin and dusts the stone on...

If your pain could speak to you, it would say "leave me" You've been taking me all along Carrying the ache in your hands. Halt your steps...

In my bitter sixteens I tasted like sweet, succulent blackberries. As dark as I presented myself, my skin oozed red sap onto anyone with...

A favorite pastime of Manzhoulians is to collect broken and discarded items. Homes are often decorated with the unwanted and it is not...

My great-grandfather was a bookie. This is true. He worked a corner in downtown Los Angeles back in the 30s and 40s, running a newspaper...

As we sit on the couch, I look out at the gray sky. It’s almost charcoal, with lighter strokes here and there. I hear the thunder growl,...

There’s a clearing by the waterfall where the trees don’t stand because they’re afraid to be alone. They huddle together like freshmen on...

Tell me who raised you again, dusted dirt off your saffron-soured bones? After your resurrection, you smelled of peat moss, dirty socks,...

Umberto’s cooks the juiciest veal cutlet in the entire city. You know this because you’ve eaten veal cutlet at every Italian restaurant...

You ripped us from Mother’s arms, and Father tried to fight you. He didn’t have a gun, and your team had many. Uniformed men forced us...

Joseon, August 1961. She stood at the crossroad, crying. Not weeping, just a constant stream of tears. Dust from a passing car covered...

We shredded books on the library floor. I felt like committing an awful sin. I wanted something I couldn’t ask for and tore the...

On the morning of May 23rd, I dwindle down my outfits to two; neither one overly flashy, and both terrifically practical for a photo...

Flustered, I call my mother— “Ma, how many spoons of Ginger-Garlic paste do I put?” First, I spent 19 years longing To leave home, and...

It starts with a first kiss kind of flush you see in the movies. A tingling vibration in your fingers and toes. It expands into a warmth...

Here, hope lays in dirt and often gets caught in between toes belonging to small bare feet running on hot sandy cobblestones. These feet...