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(new year as hunger, as hands, as a house with no doors)
by Thái Nguyễn Đăng Khoa
i. the elephant in the room at dinner, we eat in silence,on plates older than us, as father’s cigarette glowslike embers, its smoke pressing the ...read the full piece >>Poetry
Ars Poetica of Holding the Night
by Daniel Naawenkangua Abukuri
for mom (R. 2016), the night is always a kind of shelter That night, the house became a bowlI had to hold steady, though my handswere still learning ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
Barefoot
by Pranjali Kureel
Wandering through the foothills of the Himalayas the other day, I saw you. Not that I was looking for you here out of all the places, but then, there ...read the full piece >>Poetry
bodhidharma
by Ajay Kumar
the color of the room is a shade of bluecalled sleep. i’m waiting beside youlike an oversoaked shirt losing color. the doctor’s rounds lynchpin the ...read the full piece >>Poetry
Correction Tape
by Qiang Meng
We entered middle school and mockedthe erasers as childish candies,for pencils were banished in favor of pens.Good for your calligraphy, said Mr. ...read the full piece >>Essay
Dave & Dave
by Abhiram Kuchibhotla
Picture, if you will, a couple of acres of woodland. A large swathe of bright chartreuse, a gently sloping bowl dotted with copses of hawthorn and oak ...read the full piece >>Poetry
Domestic Scene with Victorian Ruins & a Daughter Listening to Matilda at 2 a.m.
by Paola Lee
Jane Austen, who understood that women could disappear elegantly without ever leaving the room, never wrote mothers like mine. At 2:17 a.m., Harry ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
Everything Finds Its Tin
by Xheni Kapllani
How alike they are: biscuits and threads, needles and butter, loneliness and sugar, boxes and houses. Tights clumped together resemble feelings, ...read the full piece >>Poetry
generational healthy recipe
by Chelsey Keith Ignacio
the leftovers of my great-grandmother are safekept in a tin of cookies under the kitchen floor. we’re instructed to only open it when the moon turns ...read the full piece >>Essay
Ginger Grandmother
by Anushka
I’d been murderous about my grandmother for years now. You’d think it was anger or perhaps even hate seeping into unassuming errant thoughts — an idle ...read the full piece >>Short Story
Hummingbird
by Rachel Huh
Before She recites the story of how I became hers. I was in the middle of cooking, she tells me in Korean as she taps out a beat on the steering ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
i once fell in love with a girl named red
by Yuniang Liu
Her name is 朱丹 Zhu Dan. 朱 Zhu means vermillion. It’s a common Chinese surname. 丹 Dan means flaming cinnabar. In other words, her full name means ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
In the Time of the Caterpillars
by Jean-Luke Swanepoel
There were four of the caterpillars the first time I noticed them. The milkweed had been growing throughout the summer but still wasn’t of remarkable ...read the full piece >>Poetry
Loosening
by Stefan Raffl
I kneel in the garden,loosening the tangled rootsof a young plant. White filaments boundto their pot’s shape. First they resist,then, slightly, give. ...read the full piece >>Short Story
POTATO POTATO
by Jay C. Alexander
Nancy knew we’d been growing in her pantry for weeks. It was the perfect home for us: damp, warm, and full of strange bacteria that helped us thrive ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
Slack Water
by Mileva Anastasiadou
My friend texts before she gets on the plane and says, how exciting, because she’s flying to see the love of her life, and I’m happy for her, but also ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
The Ballet Dancer
by Andie Z Chen
One of my aunties — her child had died of cerebrovascular disease. When her son was sick, blood kept coming out of his nose, and she would hold a ...read the full piece >>Poetry
The Bomb Calls Itself a Gardener
by Punyasloka Mohapatra
The guard asked whether she carried anything alive. In the hem of her dress lay coriander seeds,a loose thread, dust gathered from three bus ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
The Goldfish and the Boy
by Chun Yu 俞淳
It was July 4th. I was at a party in a California garden overlooking the Pacific. Boys, loud and strong, waved nets, chasing goldfish in a small pond. ...read the full piece >>Short Story
The Love of Cobs
by Zuzana Minstrel
The willow tree loomed over the spot I chose for nesting. I built it, straw by straw, despite having no one to share it with. At least not yet. Maybe ...read the full piece >>Essay
The Morozov Mansion
by Natasha Lvovich
Dyrka[1] We lived, all eight of us, together with the grandparents and my aunt Ilia’s family, in the apartment on Podsosensky Street in the former ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
The Party
by Elodie A. Roy
Every year before Christmas, Bill has a party. He invites the lonely hearts, the widowers and the dreamers of Moston. The haunted people he meets at ...read the full piece >>Short Story
The Thing We Buried
by Ethel Maqeda
Only Tabonga still remembered their bush. Even after all these years, it remained clear to her. But when she tried to remember it with her friends, ...read the full piece >>Short Story
The Things Our Parents Teach Us
by Olivia Samur
My mother always said, “No hagas papelón.” Don’t make a scene. Don’t embarrass yourself. Don’t give people something to talk about. She said it in the ...read the full piece >>