Flesh, Not Blood by Cindy Phan Perhaps Rose was right and she was being, as her cousin put it, “ingloriously cruel.” Or was that vainglorious? Vaingloriously? Didn’t matter. She wasn’t really listening. And Hien was a prick, had always been such a prick, and … more » Continue Reading
“My Mother Collects Teapots”: A Short Story By Lydia Kwa There’s a special wall in my mother’s townhouse. That’s because magical feats of appearance and disappearance keep happening in front of that wall for as long as I can remember. I’m not saying I have a great … more » Continue Reading