
People-watching at the Bar
There’s a woman in her 20’s. Bar 2. Orders a Midori Sour and puts her phone light under it to …
There’s a woman in her 20’s. Bar 2. Orders a Midori Sour and puts her phone light under it to …
Ginkgo leaves seem adequate; they nibble at your toes in the autumn, next to those stinky pellets I used to …
He knew it was snowing before he looked out the window. It was a peculiar talent of his— not unlike …
I’m learning that the sun doesn’t rise. It doesn’t really care. We just happen to be in its light sometimes; …
National Novel Writing Month—also known as NaNoWriMo—is when aspiring authors, vexed procrastinators, and precocious middle schoolers around the world challenge …
And just like that, it’s gone. Eleven months of 2018. Just about nearing my eighteenth year of being on this …
This is an excerpt from the novel I am currently working on— titled Shingiru, which is mirage in Korean. In this short passage, a young woman reflects on the contrast between movies and real life.
This is an excerpt from the novel I am currently working on— titled Shingiru, which is mirage in Korean. A young woman ruminates about wanting disaster.
It seemed a more definite way out. The clarity of disaster is more satisfying Than rambling goodness, and all that …
The following is a series of 21 short poems that I wrote for Inktober, writing according to the daily prompt …
Behind the left ear Swallowed in the hollow of your foot Now hiding on the inside of your wrist, your …
There is a notebook that is my World and also just a notebook. The page Collapses when I turn …
(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.) Ancient men invented stories to …
I have fallen in love with softness (have I done the right thing?) With the pull of the evening’s low …
She drives her Prius backwards. That way, she can live in the wrong half of her timeline Forever, In the …
This is an ode to everyone neither here nor there. This is an ode to indecisiveness, To every high schooler …
What I want is this: to wake up one day and be alone. I want people to exist within walking …
Millie never quite understood what Mom was always doing in front of the mirror. Perhaps she was playing with her …
I. Come, Lord, let us welcome you home, Let us be shy when you take off your shoes, Let us …
There’s nothing like sitting backwards in the rear of a pickup truck, watching the road shoot out in front of …