Prose
Prose
The Granary
This past November, I was a visitor in a house with many presences: a mouse in the ceiling, ladybug colonies in the doorframe, accumulations and whispers in the hollow of the wall.
like [my] mother, like me
If the bath is a womb, the shower is a river, a rain. Distance between droplets makes a better clean, not deep, but a clearing.
Old Friends Let Things Go
In December, Karen and her family left the murky skies of Philadelphia behind and touched down at LAX on a breathtakingly warm and sunny day.
A Legacy of Stuff
There’s a legacy of stuff passed through my family, especially on my father’s side.
Moses’ Ear
I had thought I was alone. A familiar scent of bleach and black coffee hung suspended in the warm air of my childhood kitchen.
Dispatches from the Richmond Uprising
Before we leave Virginia, the doctor calls us from his home.
YAO
In the beginning, what was my name?
Confessions to My Ancestors
Confession: I don’t know my ancestors’ names. Also: my Mandarin is lousy. I have never been to our ancestral village.
Tomorrow Will be Even Brighter
The first thing you need to know about Hot Spring Leisure City is that there are no hot springs.
Cadet College, Kohat
Humza went to school with me in Kohat. We were always competing with each other for the first position in class.
