Vita

Mercilessly I’m spared: / others drink the red wine in the cellar. / More and more weightless / my body: the clothes on the pole / are an image… More

Xianning

No torsos, no chests, no bellies, just eyes that gazed at her, craved her, carved her into something unnatural, something ugly and immortal. Mailin chased this version of herself… More

The PEN Ten with Kyle Minor

I wish American writers in general were less anti-intellectual, more interested in the interior life and exterior systems of power. I don't come from a subculture that had much… More

Yonder

Some of the travelers around the square blinked away from gazing at the dreamily whitening and reddening coals, and looked up at Auntie. She defied every stare, until their… More

Come Break Me Down

I try to envision hanging myself from a locker that is shorter than I am. It seems impossible even in my head, despite any amount of dedication. I decide… More

Desert World

Being the queen can be the most lonely job in the world sometimes and Carmelious was the closest person to her. Sending him out here most have been very… More

Sessions

Fine, I saw all that, and I saw…sweat. Dying sweat on a forehead, rage sweat coming down a face, scared sweat above a lip. You know what I think?… More