A man spots a small bundle on the steps of a warehouse that’s been abandoned for years. The bundle moves as he approaches. According to the note, she’s not even …
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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 mother and father would never let me keep a dog, but they let me take care of a bear cub. The cub had the blackest fur, soft and coarse …
“Good combination,” Bibik Swee Neo said to herself while fastening her navy blue kebaya sulam with her favourite kerongsang rantai given to her by her late parents as a wedding …
Note: December 13th, 2017 marks eighty years since the Nanjing Massacre. “The Pain We Cannot Swallow” is a Chinese Canadian reflection on the play Japanese Problem. It discusses various traumas related …
-2015- Gerry, the groom, quivered as he stared into the eyes of Carol, the bride, the sweat on his brow not visible in the 24 frames that I shot …
on the train i see my grandfather | as a young man 10,247 km of water | seven seats away looking through his reflection | at darkened mountains and doubled …
I respected raccoons the same way I respected people with guns. I was not entirely athletic nor did I possess exceptional martial arts ability. Raccoons were synonymous with rabies. I …
In Japan, joyagama happens in the middle of winter, just before the New Year, when the double-layered winter kimono is barely enough to keep the heat tight against your body …
Note from the editor: The second selection in our ongoing translated Asian literature series is Jiang Yitan’s Through the Woods, originally published in the September 2013 issue of Mountain Flowers. …