Whenever she is unable to fall asleep She would snuggle herself In the heart of darkness, waiting For me to hold her tight From behind her back like light, but …
You ask me, while we stand in the rain (somehow, you managed to stay bone-dry), to tell you a story, any kind of story, but begin it with a day …
And you have no materiality. Yet you exist, somehow, as a shelf in the library, a gacha ball, or a cat in a box. A dictionary is filled with differences, …
Author of the new book The Astronaut Children of Dunbar Street (published by Douglas & McIntyre), set to be released in March 2026, Wiley Wei-Chiun Ho writes with sustained attention …
In 1987, my parents bought a one bedroom apartment in Shekou. It was Chinese for snake tongue because there was a fork in the road that divided the village from …
We are now accepting submissions centred around the theme of impossibility. In Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass, the Queen upbraids Alice for not practicing a belief in the impossible. …
You nod your head through the bitter taste of dread that threatens to stain the smile you perfected on the kitchen tile. You do as you’re told: be kind, be …
I’ve forgotten that these pages flip over. They’re transparent, exposing my skin. Writing my story again. We all arrived on earth the same way but how do we leave it …
I trace my grandfather’s hands across the atlas he never owned, each river a scar, each ridge a fist. He speaks in gestures I barely know: the curl of a …
steam, salt, pink crabs on their backs grandpa sucks the spit through his teeth splits the belly open drinks from the shell, announces this delicacy loud enough to reach the …
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