how much longer must i scrub to wash these feelings away– dandelions are spreading through my body, my skin is a wasteland of soil where...

Now I’m stuck searching for God on the bus home, The sun, thick on the windows, soaks through the seats like canola oil. The man across...

I imagine thick velvet curtains ensconced in the veins of my eyelids when I lay curdled like a fetus under covers heavy to hide myself...

make no mistake & bury my half devoured body under the tree we picked to murder next to interstate 71 i take to board airbus 320 to visit...

“. . . the suicide rate among Korean descendants in Japan. . . has consistently been higher than that for the overall rate and the rate...

My heart is a door. After work, when I come to my house, The door is locked. The brain says, help. The brain says, stuck, stuck. I fumble...

True loneliness like falling asleep at the sleepover before everyone else. You’re in orange pajamas with hardwood cold seeping into the...

When I imagine my Church, the old one, the one I would sneak off to at odd hours of the night and pray to anything, the one I left...

I never showed you our dance last night,  you told me twenty minutes only  but I waited for an hour, or maybe two,  or maybe another...

The war I wage is sweet and red. Warriors appear in fruit baskets, on counters, In paper totes, ripe. I wield a knife, A cutting board...

he floats in pools of champagne and watches his daughter from outside her window as she sleeps. her priced eyes were sold for a new...

i miss you. even though you’ve given me so little to miss. i’m just a person you know a friend you talk to… sometimes. i imagine us...

eighteen months old and my first word, ma (妈), had the new-born ambivalence of english Ma and chinese mā. the sound pinched flat at the...

I remember by the pool: speakers on, cigars lit, drinks cold. The smell of machismo in a Cuban household. Men around a table, their wives...

On July 28th, 2023, Radiolab aired an episode called “Little Black Holes Everywhere,” proposing that the 1908 Tunguska event may have...

do you still part the soft belly of a pomegranate with the tip of your fingernails? does sand salt the soles of your shoes though you’ve...

so I stared ever since the magnificent maze under the lakeshore crumbled, the smoke even smelled like ancient cola cans and rotten fabric...

I see my reflection in the puddles of bathroom stalls, smile a toothy grin maw opening, wide to swallow, me whole, so I scramble back But...

to the sides, nooks and crannies of my mind like baked pasta burnt onto the side of a pan. Hungry, I had made a meal out of...

The white petals fall A July shower Last in every sense Too late for water Too late for joy Too late for life The sky is painted An...