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 to the touch. It was about three or four weeks … more »
“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 gift in 1960. Her kerongsang rantai consists of three-linked brooches … more »
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 stars
ye ye | but that’s not his name
should … more »
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 didn’t stand a chance.
My first encounter with raccoons was … more »
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 in a teahouse left open to the elements. But in … more »
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. Translated by R. Orion Martin, Jiang’s story provides … more »
Three weeks passed since the Keurig machine stopped talking.
“A Keurig? Thanks, I guess.”
“You’re so busy with your work I doubt you find time for decent coffee,” my mom said.
I happened to work next to a couple … more »