• Origin Story

    She kissed a fingertip and touched it to the frayed edge of a small sketch of her face. It was all she had left of him, a drawing that he had made of her.

    By Alice Stephens

Transpacific Literary Project

  • Poor Unfortunate Fools

    Astra unwrapped her long spindly fingers and weighed his member with a chilling fascination.

    By Silvia Park

  • Photograph Curling

    She’s here to see us off. / Her voice is the softest ligature, unthreading. / Why are you saying goodbye to everyone except for me who raised you?

    By Aldrin Valdez

Transpacific Literary Project

  • Fish Paste

    I will outrun the smell of wet decay, your Mekong river in a Gatorade bottle.

    By Nay Saysourinho

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