Two Poems by Tam Nguyen
what do we have? a hologram of blood / sanctimoniously held on a pedestal with too much pride to neglect.
The Disciple
By Wong Chun Ying
She was surprised to see that he still smoked the same cigarettes, after all these years. It was what she used to run to get for him, when he started getting jittery and started pacing in the editorial room. Marlboro Black Menthol “without legs,” ng jiu goek.
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Bopomofo Practice: Two Translations
By Lin Yi / Translation by May Huang
ㄅ is but, ㄅ falls lightly / you say but no, but you can’t read / but ㄅㄆ is bravely practicing / bravely practicing words that look like snakes
Three Poems by Nicole Lee
In the house that he built as / the 60s were turning I / find myself standing where I was / once a smart alec kid going / places who sort of looked down / on her parents who wanted the / life reached by climbing a stair / that began somewhere else
How We Will Remember
By Ploi Pirapokin
What happens after a fire? Who dusts, sweeps, and tosses the remains out into open fields, to sow, replant, and tend to new growth? Do you need to know how a burn feels to recognize what it is like to be soothed?
Apologia of the Besieged City
By Nicholas Wong
Some people love like they believe the romantic / folklore about the moon, but they love too literally / from inside a spacesuit.
Two Poems by Tse Hao Guang
when I grow up I will be God / of Cooking, grow / up will be Saint of Gambling / be Tricks Expert, tough
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