I. At the edge of the world there is a suburban car service station, masked attendants waving entry to dehydrated...
After dark it is easier to see Burning Cities with ice Dancing just out of reach. Everyone is an element,...
I. Main ghar aa gayi. I’ve come home. II. My hands fall into the usual routine. Muscle memory: I am...
She wraps a t-shirt around her eyes and the budding moon wanes to a yawning black— a personal eclipse of...
How does one capture the feeling of being made to feel like a moon—cratered and whole, a silvered face, catching...
Each time my mother wraps an eggroll, another piece of a new story shatters. Glass noodles, pork, carrots, cabbage, all...
in the quietest hour, I sever strings of barbed wire from their homes. I am braiding them together, slow and...
To my many siblings, the alive and lingering. He cooks sticky rice cakes, brings orchids and forsythias in from the...
Death is a day trip. I drowned myself in the river and then got bored of it. One can only...
