you forget how your father’s finger looks like always hidden behind the sanshin chimi, black pick that engulfs the nail to the first joint, curved and hard uncannily like gnarly claws of an oversized raven you remember after his fifth song and fourth mug of beer his...

The wyrm always looked like a bird from far away, but a bird doesn't turn its long neck and writhe in mid- air to arrow toward its prey, doesn't gut a man with one stroke of a single sword-sized talon. Early in spring something made it rise from behind impassable...

Y:      You are haunted by ‘Y’, not because it’s the first letter in your Family name, but because it’s like a horn, which the water buffalo in your Native village uses to fight against injustice or, because it’s like a twig Where a crow can come down to perch, a...

The world is a stage, and the script must change Julie Novakova Stage center is her whole life: multiple lives squeezed into one. Juliet in love, passionate Masha, proud Titania, vengeful Medea. The stage lights shine, while dark clouds enshroud the world. Just behind...

Ocean’s Child Sarah Ang They say my sister was born at the point where the ocean meets the sky; that she appeared nestled in an oyster, washed by the waves onto our doorstep. This, I can believe. Salt lines my sister’s hair; the ocean purrs under her tongue. On clear...