你只能等待雨 | You can only wait for the rain

There are some stories / too sacred to be retold

A good stewardess always has eyes on the emergency exits.

On kawaii culture

In the splash zone at Lucy Liyou’s one-night-only production of Mister Cobra at Performance Space New York.

Syrians in New York weigh the decision to stay in the U.S. or return home.

How Asian American farmers in Michigan are finding success with alternative food systems

“Manscaping” and “White Hair Silver Needle”

المفاجآت العادية، تلك التي ليست خارجة عن المألوف، | Moments that are ordinary—ordinary surprises, not extraordinary.

To eat you, sliced or diced, and boiled over

I said sorry
always thrice like a prayer.

Dear Bored Witness: free me!

I think she goes to the woods and dances.

In this language, so many words/ for        hurt.

“Ghazal for Longing,” “My Uncle Told Me I Was His,” and “An Ordinary Day”

If a man thinks of my body as just a body I am free from betrayal.

you search the ground/ for a place to land

The inaugural issue of The Margins

violence poses as shipwreck, both accident and fate