Sisal i To weave a sisal basket one’s fingers must be nimble the way they touch necks or turn pages....
After dark it is easier to see Burning Cities with ice Dancing just out of reach. Everyone is an element,...
How does one capture the feeling of being made to feel like a moon—cratered and whole, a silvered face, catching...
To my many siblings, the alive and lingering. He cooks sticky rice cakes, brings orchids and forsythias in from the...
“Is this love,” O’Hara wrote, “Now that the first love has finally died, Where there were no impossibilities?” After you...
I. Main ghar aa gayi. I’ve come home. II. My hands fall into the usual routine. Muscle memory: I am...
Each time my mother wraps an eggroll, another piece of a new story shatters. Glass noodles, pork, carrots, cabbage, all...
I. At the edge of the world there is a suburban car service station, masked attendants waving entry to dehydrated...
She wraps a t-shirt around her eyes and the budding moon wanes to a yawning black— a personal eclipse of...
in the quietest hour, I sever strings of barbed wire from their homes. I am braiding them together, slow and...