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September 6, 2023

| As long as the traveling carnival committed self-destruction, it could come alive once more in a different place.

May 1, 2023

So much of art is speaking, but art can only be made by listening to the world around us, forming our own distinctive definitions of that world in tandem with what we learn and who we choose to look for.

May 1, 2023

The most important love we have will always be for ourselves and our lives. It is only from this lodestar, our own definition and practice of love, that we can turn love back out into the world and towards our people.

April 28, 2023

She looked up at the high walls. There were some things even they couldn’t keep out.

March 21, 2023

ياق، توختاڭلار! بۇ بۇغداي سېلىقى توغرىسىدىكى سۆز ئەمەس، مانا بۇ يەردە باشنى يە، دەپتۇ |
“No, stop it! This isn’t talking about a tax on wheat, look, it says bashni ye here, that’s ‘eat your head.’”

December 21, 2022

I want to live inside it though: pale birds and fragile light and a novel kind of solitude.

December 21, 2022

She had a dream the night before about catching a pig, which her father used to tell her was a prelude for great fortune.

December 19, 2022

That’s one thing I’ll say about the aliens: they really appreciate a good bowl of ramen.

June 6, 2022

Stars, trees, lasers, lights, everything locking into nothing, everything together yet apart.

October 9, 2020

She should moisturize more often, drink at least three liters of hot water with lemon each day, and wear silicon sheet masks to bed to hide the stigmata of a woman who was everything.

November 2, 2018

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.

July 27, 2018

The dysthemic artificial intelligence scientist took a book of poetry off the shelf and sat on her couch. What was she ushering in and what was a grand program for which she was simply helpless agent?

April 9, 2018

Văn An had neglected ritual, not realizing that this was a land now full of ghosts left too long unmoored. That there might be consequences for forgetting to fear.

March 19, 2018

I keep the butts of my clove cigarettes in a candy tin. I pound it shut, hide it away. So it stays a secret.

December 22, 2017

This was the first time he had seen so many exiled Tibetans of his own flesh and blood in a foreign land. Though they were only a few feet away, it was as if they were separated by ranges of mountains.

April 14, 2017

Scotch-taped at the mirrors’ edges were photographs of birthdays, family vacations, running in the rain. Their edges had curled from sixteen years of steam from hot showers and baths.

September 24, 2015

‘Where was Mas Han? What was he running from? And why hadn’t he called or tried to get in contact with me? These were my questions, those of a wife, a woman, who had no idea how what had happened would affect the fate of the Indonesian people.’

January 23, 2014

We were both Ahab; the difference was that Einstein, when he set out on the ink-black sea, knew not what monster he had been pursuing.

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