double edge soliloquy ~ a poem by Kaitlan Bui
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they used to recount stories but
just when i became old enough
they stopped i don’t know why
and now i ask i ask i
just when i became old enough
they stopped i don’t know why
and now i ask i ask i
I Never Wanted It To Burn Down
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When I was eleven years old I had a dream that my house was burning down. And I wouldn’t call it a dream, really—it was more like a fantasy. When I woke up the blanket was pulled over my eyes. No, this is no joke.
Bug Meat For The Girls ~ a story by Teline Trần
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I will take you home, bug. I will put a pot of water on the stove. I think you will feel fear and suffering, but your body will not be broken until after you die. According to our people, that makes you special.
Jon Without an ‘H’ ~ a story by Andrew Tran
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When I met Cara, I was at the bar and lounge on Thursday night, choking on a chunk of grilled cheese sandwich. Cara ran up behind me and performed the Heimlich maneuver, as I vomited on her purse, cheese staining the stitching on the red leather. “You saved me,” I said, catching my breath.
Decembered ~ a poem by Duy Quang Mai
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December dragged its slow funeral into the father’s
blue-blur hands. Car swerved past wind-torn highways,
through the family’s tunnels of hearts. The grandfather
pressed his head against car’s window. Anesthesia, early doses.
blue-blur hands. Car swerved past wind-torn highways,
through the family’s tunnels of hearts. The grandfather
pressed his head against car’s window. Anesthesia, early doses.
Even in Times of Global Panic I am a Narcissist ~ a poem by Steven Duong
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as my fever rides on
to a brighter & snowier peak
the tyrant of my heart texts me a HuffPo
article about the novel coronavirus
to a brighter & snowier peak
the tyrant of my heart texts me a HuffPo
article about the novel coronavirus