On Inheritance
What if, when you ran your fingers along the embroidery, you could hear the voices of your ancestors?
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ReadThe Ones Who Walk Away
The sinking feeling trailed me as I worked my way around the room: There’d been a precious opening, and I’d wasted it. -
Read“Bwah-ju-yoh.”
In my writing, my father is ‘Dad,’ because I need this less intimate address as a buffer from what I have lost, left behind, or perhaps never even had. -
ReadProtest Song in Six Verses
Blue ash of skin between the rubble, a child’s body buried beneath concrete, these images are stitched beneath my eyelids, stuck. -
ReadSaint Agatha of Sicily Died a Virgin
“Agatha refused to fuck a magistrate, so he imprisoned her in a brothel.” -
ReadHe Who Brought the Sun
“We all had something to pray for.” -
ReadWith a Hunger to Swallow the World
“December, 2017; I tell a boy with low self-esteem that I love him ‘unconditionally’ and now I have to prove it.” -
ReadI Am Made of Fatalities and Rainbow Roads
“In these video games, there were victories and meaningless losses. I had something I didn’t have to be good at.” -
ReadIntimate Encounters 一期一会
“Aren’t we like this seedling? Constantly budding through a land that has been broken into pieces.” -
ReadOn Fiestaware, Ashes, and Dancing Again
“I can’t separate my experience of being raised by gay people from my experience of being raised by people who watched a lot of their friends die young.” -
Readfiebre de kilig
“to our descendants, this relic is for you too. to our qt ancestors, thank you for seeding me in these fertile ruins.” -
ReadHoly Land, Holy Life
On October 10th, 2023, I rediscover a keffiyeh — a traditional Palestinian scarf — while unpacking boxes in my new apartment in Seattle. -
ReadNot Vanishing
It’s Monday morning, April 2020, and I am trying to see if my dad has had a stroke from 800 miles away. -
ReadPortrait of My Body in the Land of X
In the photos taken before I wore it, the gown hangs from a grape arbor.
