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 …
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Poetry
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 …
The other day, my friend sent me a video. Two creators known to portray black and white swans of a coin. In the video, they cheekily look at each other, …
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 …
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, …
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 …
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. …
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 …
“1935-August… 1000 young cherry trees are donated to [the Parks] Board by Mr. and Mrs Uyeda. These are the first in the city and will be planted-out when more mature …
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