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...
