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Allan Cho

Picking strawberries

by Allan Cho

in the garden with you dirt, food tell me what I can eat make that funny whistle sound with a leaf on rainy days we watch the storm from the …

Lighthouse Climb

by Allan Cho

On the lighthouse’s narrow stairs, my mother’s hand in mine, my children steadying her back, three generations pressed together in one fragile climb. Her knees ached, the steps too steep, …

But I do

by Allan Cho

From the third row of the brightly lit conference room, I watch your feet shift back and forth while Andrew lectures next to you. Are you nervous? Your hands wind …

my mother’s hair

by Allan Cho

I do not mind ..my mother’s hair as she prepares dinner and it ends up ..flossing ..teeth, yet short, practical … with .enough responsibility ..to be genetic history, …..flitting, ……….caught. …

We are now accepting submissions for our upcoming issue centred around the theme of yearning—that deep, aching pull toward something just out of reach. Whether it’s the quiet longing for …

Persimmon Night

by Allan Cho

my dad introduced me to perseemons ‘Anak, want me to cut you perseemon?’ ‘Anak, that perseemon isn’t ripe yet’ ‘Anak, I bought 12 perseemon for cheap!’ trips to Henlong market …