Caring
Despite my history of garden neglect, each year I delight in the sensation of newly turned soil.
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ReadNight Birds
Sirens wail all night on these streets / blanketed / (as in, humiliated) / by day’s hurried departure. -
Read“if I were some body, I would call new york” and other poems
and vomit all / my happy-hour alcohol / inside that earwaxed / manhole -
Readharmer/harmed: an interactive zine
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, creates the featured art for Issue 12: Before After -
ReadAn Origin Story
I could talk your ear off about the current state of Mexican-American literature. -
ReadI Know my Life Matters but How do I Translate That into Japanese?
My students & co-workers worry / if I return to America, I’ll catch COVID / or a bullet in my back. -
Read“This is a Body” and other poems
it is a form of mothering / to hurt yourself / rather than others -
ReadTo My Father, on the One-Year Anniversary of His Death
I am standing at the ironing board, running a hot iron over a folded and stitched-together strip of quilting cotton to make bias tape. -
Read“bastard” and other poems
anjing my mother calls you. / how dare you defy what god has given you? -
ReadHow Things Are Done
The way restaurants work has never been fair — yet everyone just seems to accept it. -
ReadThe Salvageman
I want to talk to you about awe / what it means to turn / yourself over -
ReadBeyond the Distance
What makes a country great? Surely the answer doesn’t lie in vast tracts of forest land that have been converted into concrete megastructures -
ReadI Keep Counting Up
Four weeks. Four weeks and still the virus. Things that were once normal now seem absurd.
