Prose
Crooked Streets
When I stepped off the sea-beaten water taxi and sunk my foot into the fleshy, waterlogged plank below, when curls of laden mist kissed my skin and heavy sighs of dirty orange sunlight seeped through the air, when I realized that, though dozens of people ambled around me, the… Read More Crooked Streets
Omelette
Aaron Xuandi Wang Two years ago, in the scorching summer before college, I went on an excursion to Yunnan to visit the land of Nuosuo, an ethnic minority group in China. The trip took shape with an invitation from Mahai, a 20-year-old Nuosuo youth whom I met through a volunteer program that sent teachers to… Read More Omelette
and i woke up in my childhood bed (after Phoebe Bridgers’ Funeral)
Maggie Mei-Yin Wong the one thing i’ve been doing ever since i was born has been moving. i’ve lived in 4 different countries, 6 different apartments all in just one city. counting all the college-related moves i’ve done, i’ve moved 10 times in my life—with an error margin of, let’s say, 3, just to be… Read More and i woke up in my childhood bed (after Phoebe Bridgers’ Funeral)
Until Morning
Cindy Chen The face I wear is a porcelain mask, fitted every morning, painted with a soft, loving smile, glitter added to my eyes to make them shine, and dried overnight to make sure there is no water staining the surface. Each night, I put the final touches to… Read More Until Morning
On a text from my mom that I never replied to
Jiakai Chang “Jiadi and Jiakai, This is an awkward topic coming from your mom, but I need to let you know that one of your cousins in Taiwan, who is a junior in college, got pregnant and has to quit school and become a mom. So just wanted to… Read More On a text from my mom that I never replied to
Moonlight Sonata
Stephanie DeGnore Mr. Langley checked in at 3pm sharp, just as always. He leaned into the open glass window to speak with the receptionist. She entered his name into the system and handed him a clipboard. “Why don’cha fill this out while you wait?” she said with a friendly… Read More Moonlight Sonata
Ode to Her
Riley Nelson She looked like a cowboy walking with a waltz in her head. She looked like she ate her dinner under the stars and drank moonshine with a sprig of rosemary. She looked like the man had got her down, but she’d just tipped her hat. She came into my shop and only left… Read More Ode to Her
