Do we need a man? I want to ask her, but her eyes are bright like poppies in summer heat.

Most schools have cut their French programs,/ but teaching it here sparkles.

What counts as a mother language?

An interview with Kanya D’Almeida, the cowriter of Russell “Maroon” Shoatz’s memoir.

For a second, I imagine how it feels to inhabit a body people desire like gold.

Kakolór pati kan álang na tulang nin tawó / an pigrunot na bagás asín ginibong puto. |
Especially when you notice the rice flour / that she uses is the color of human bone.

where, fifty, years, earlier, lolo, learned, engineering

My arms ache/ in the cereal aisle.

Juyon Lee’s work plays with light and distance.

you choose to put yourself beneath its flag

I call myself “child” now like |/ ghost who calls itself alive.

သူတို့မျှော်လင့်နေကြတဲ့/ အနာဂတ်ကို/ ငါတို့ မြင်ခွင့်ရပါ့မလား။ |
do their protests/ sound out a future/
we’ll be able to witness?

I’m alive and I have an appetite/ for longing.

映 with a skinny sun radical and 其 a pronoun/ pointing to who knows what.

What if he just said the bird waited forever to alight.

I am the world inside/ of every persimmon

Joy is impossible to fake, they say.

I am trying to imagine my new life when I am returned to the place of my parents’ birth.

그때 그 상황에 헌병들이 하는 말이 모두 쏼라쏼라 들렸다. | The English words of the police fell senselessly to the ground.

Now it’s raining and I’m sixteen and unlicensed.