Prose

There are lots of rooms in the hallway we walk down. The walls are a surprisingly merry beige, and I crane my head to read each stand I walk past. I pass a few names before my mom starts walking in the direction of anextravagant flower stand before walking into the...

I am amazed at the way Hiromi can roll up our decades spent in the warmth of each other’s shadows and pack it tight in a joint for strangers to smoke leisurely. Take casual pleasure in the aroma of our radioactive marriage. Of course, this was before marriage had yet...

Hyla is floating. He is in the abyss, weightless in his death. His spacecraft has failed, its engine stalling halfway to his destination. The ship ruptured in flight, splintering like an eggshell, tossing him into space. Adrift in the emptiness of space, his helmet...

“Oh, that's a shame.” I look up from my phone. “What?” “Just…” Mom sighs. “That billboard said a girl went missing.” I check the back window, squinting against the harsh midafternoon sun, but all I see is an advertisement for car insurance. “We got an email about that...

The clown appears, taking his usual position at the center of Astor Place. He may get a few glances, but for the most part people barely notice him. He’s not dressed like a typical circus clown. He’s more of a hobo clown with his beat up sports jacket, raggedy baggy...