The beauty of the words that first bubbled out past my baby lips I’m afraid I’m forgetting how to speak. I don’t remember when memory...

When the mother tongue flows from my mother’s lips, her words and syllables flow like fragments of poetry, each hint of her accent and...

my eyes are stinging, the lifeless computer screen stares back at me offering no reprieve. my hand is cramping, and the pencil looks like...

they say your body is a temple so respect it and treat it as if you are worshipping a god but they don't know that i would rather set...

what more is there to say? they've said it all. i felt the discomfort, i changed my name. living is easier not easy. sure i have to use...

The world is fractured, broken, hopeless. The snow globe has shattered. The fragments lie wet on the floor. Adina Gerwin is 17 years old...

i like the idea of 1889. phoning you through their public booths. even though i’d have to travel to try and talk to you. hear your...

“I don’t remember” Is what You say about every terrible Word You’ve said to Me and every Terrible thing You’ve Done to me yet when you...

I was 13 when my birth name stopped feeling right The girl it was cut, sewn, and created for was now rough around the edges, burned in...

I thought it would be more difficult, sharing my soul with you, and yet I told you things I had never told anyone, not even God. How...

On the first day of kindergarten, I wore my Yankees jersey ‘cause Eomma said I could be an all-American boy. In the classroom, scathing...

And I saw a whale, Eggshell white shined with Petroleum. I wondered if the Blubber on hus bulging head Acted as a window, where he could...

Beauty is a Trick meant to Distract. A Sly Cat Slinking into an alley, Waiting for a Fool's attraction to be Lured. Social construct...

sometimes i eat away my worries yet i see it on my face. fingers knotted in my hair, butterfly kisses on my chin. it gropes me through my...

Flecks of melanin speckle her skin She hates them She hates how if they took a pen and linked them like a connect-a-dot they could draw a...

i. the book of life the musty scroll weighted with each stroke of each ancestor lost during the Taiping Rebellion no one remembers their...

Sitting in the hawker center and talking German in our own tongue: ‘mein’ and ‘mian’ were the strangest pair of twins. We would then fly...

I lose myself to the leaves, And I am forced to ask myself, Do I really want to go back? Do I really want to go back to you So you can...

Perched on the church pew, you are a discordance of color in a sea of black and white, but you are disguised. Notes of the intonating...

I have started to peel. My bone marrow liquefying with my words, my breasts. And my fetus has adopted me again, forgiven me Melted us...