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We have come to this village high in the mountains in search of the bird women. It has taken us all day to get here from...
Cut me up and put me back together as another body. Take the thumbs and poke out the eyes. Sew the heart into the pelvic...
I tiptoe over clothes scattered across the floor. It is noon and the room is dark. The shutters are closed, holding in d...
and everywhere is war… what can i save against the drowning of a nation i got nailed in, from the first crown of my fa...
home archives games fiction by dana y.t. lin Wen-yi woke to the smell of rice porridge simmering over an open flame. She...
Hello, there. You don’t know me, Although you know my name I think And can at times Connect it to a face. I’...
Her house is empty now. Only the tailless tabby, Joy, prowls the staircase. She walks to the corner store, buys one red ...
Sitting here on this hill, I watch the ghosts of burning wood rise from behind the low mud walls of huts that cluster th...
There are variegated color hairs on my head, Yarn all fuzzy and wild One inch from my scalp there is red Lush auburn you...
Every evening at 6, Elsie Turner drinks her juice. That is what she does every single day. That’s what I think, la...
In the interlocking limbs of two eucalyptus trees I see your soul. Can you know it’s me gazing at you from the win...
I went home, but I’d grown to outsize the furniture. My fingers were even longer than my mother’s hands. Lik...
in the voice of the dead assorted bodies tempt us in a basket speak to the dead they guffaw back enfold in the breeze a ...
“The worst was the maggots.” That was the accepted punch line of an already firmly established family legend. Lucy h...