• The Suitcase

    ‘Our apartment, our home, became an unfamiliar space. We still slept in the same queen bed, but no longer did we speak of upgrading to the capacious king. We could now easily fit two additional people in the valley of the bedsheet between us.’

    By Sung Woo

Poetry Tuesday

  • Mộng-Lan: Two Poems

    how to be clear as the earth without clinging to the sand? / flowing through my hands like water / one seed clings to my palm

    By Mộng-Lan