Did she even graduate? Kevin will ask me later, when it’s just us, slumped on our flight back home.

By Celeste Chen
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Poetry

It was not my choosing / to be my grandma’s living heirloom.

Poetry

The estimate comes down to six hundred missing,/ the estimate comes to a son flying off a bridge.

Fiction

A flash folio edited by Yi Wei

Poetry

This was the way of a country.

Poetry

The garden rustling / while it blazed

Poetry

it’s mango season and i don’t know how to act

Poetry

I never understood wind

Poetry

Is it unfair to ask you to hope?

Poetry

I want — Evanescence — slowly. After great pain.

Poetry

Elsewhere, a new history / Of touch, not pitted against the land.

Poetry

Fear had carried my life, / and I was still afraid.

Poetry

i am re-writing / his life. no debts. no fights.

Poetry

I need memory to be boundless, then. More infinite than.

Poetry

우체국을 나서면 아직 태어나지 않은 음악처럼 | When I leave the post office, I’m like unborn music

Poetry

I wish / I could disinherit this grief

Poetry

An East Asian nematode is threatening the European eel population

Poetry

from “A Journey to the West”

Poetry

the sweet, rich scent, / the cream and white of the magnolia blossom

Poetry

“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Glacier” and “Good Fossil Fuels”

Poetry

Hindi na ibinalik / ng mga dayo ang kinuhang / lupain | The settlers never returned / the land they grabbed

Poetry

It was not my choosing / to be my grandma’s living heirloom.

Poetry

Fear had carried my life, / and I was still afraid.

Poetry

The estimate comes down to six hundred missing,/ the estimate comes to a son flying off a bridge.

Poetry

i am re-writing / his life. no debts. no fights.

Fiction

A flash folio edited by Yi Wei

Poetry

I need memory to be boundless, then. More infinite than.

Poetry

This was the way of a country.

Poetry

우체국을 나서면 아직 태어나지 않은 음악처럼 | When I leave the post office, I’m like unborn music

Poetry

The garden rustling / while it blazed

Poetry

I wish / I could disinherit this grief

Poetry

it’s mango season and i don’t know how to act

Poetry

An East Asian nematode is threatening the European eel population

Poetry

I never understood wind

Poetry

from “A Journey to the West”

Poetry

Is it unfair to ask you to hope?

Poetry

the sweet, rich scent, / the cream and white of the magnolia blossom

Poetry

I want — Evanescence — slowly. After great pain.

Poetry

“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Glacier” and “Good Fossil Fuels”

Poetry

Elsewhere, a new history / Of touch, not pitted against the land.

Poetry

Hindi na ibinalik / ng mga dayo ang kinuhang / lupain | The settlers never returned / the land they grabbed