You my wayward ghost, ghost rider joyriding all summer appear at my stoop, knocking on my chest. You seek cash and a couch to crash You seek life force take …
Poetry
Sun on my face, almost warm But the air still bites Not wanting to deny Winter’s slipping grip. Few trees are still bare, asleep. Crocuses bloom at their feet Trying …
briskets of Chinese cows bathe in Slavic red cabbage invasion, beet defeat the absence of home, diaspora resolves with tomatoes unlike people, 紅湯 cannot flee its vegetables root in …
I’m jealous of the students at Seoul International and how they practice second languages, the way they write and unwrite poems in English to learn how they fit inside the …
When I die at another antlike moment like this No human crowds would gather to mourn my loss Nor would anybody really notice my departure Much less shed tears, even …
It was forty-nine days after her mother had passed when the twelve-year-old girl noticed a heat from her chest, to her stomach, her head, fluttering, rushing, propelling her legs to …
In nursing school we learn the anatomy of the human body; memorizing all the bones and muscles that work in tandem to move us through life. Among these books …
Today I saw a bird It was a tiny bird Alone Flying just high enough that I took notice While all the other birds flew one way You flew the …
“Learn About my Favourite Flowers Through the Art of Paper Filigree” by Jayashree Krishnan
Whenever I think of nature, especially flora, I am reminded of my childhood days when my parents used to take me and my siblings once a year to Kodaikanal, a …
Hong Kong for my grandparents arriving as a ship is prone to do, in and out of Victoria Harbour, they stayed: he learning to count the freight, longhand neat in …