der·e·lic·tion /ˌderəˈlikSH(ə)n/ noun the state of having been abandoned and become dilapidated. “every year valuable gardens start the slow slide to dereliction” We are looking for short stories, creative non-fiction, …
I would paint my skin Into a colorless color, & I would dye my hair Wear two blue contacts, & I would even Go for plastic surgery, but if I …
There is a jungle With lime coloured vines And trees That wear their bark The way that Green Mambas Wear their skin. I follow the sound of anklet bells Deeper …
In 2016, Philip Huynh was the co-winner of the Emerging Writers Award. Philip Huynh’s stories have been widely published in literary journals and in the Journey Prize Anthology. As the son …
Möbius Strip We thought my life was following the same curves as yours, Mama but I was slowly curling into the T W I S T of a möbius strip …
My first plane ride took me to rain splattering against the windows of the cab fingers were tightening over mine mother’s? I knew this was no vacation the squat house …
A year before I leave him for the last time, we take a trip together. Rachel is three, and we drive down to Maine in the summertime. By this time, …
I am a Vancouver-born Asian Canadian and have lived in this city my entire life. While I am a fifth-generation Canadian on my father’s side, and consider myself very …
Particles mirror each other no matter how far apart. The butterfly, the philosopher Zhuangzi — who became the other? The light turned on by nobody at midnight, when Grandfather passed …
I sit alone in a college lab writing software code to solve a jigsaw puzzle. An exercise in parallel processing. I hear my own fingers tap the cold keyboard. Overtime …